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What Have I Left?

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 7, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 45.

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What Have I Left?

By Lillian S. Connerly

LILLIAN S. CONNERLY
HAVE I left aught to follow thee, Dear Lord? have I left aught? The treasures which I yielded up Now seem to me as naught.
The dross of lust, the boast of fame, The bitter shame of sin, Deceit of riches, mock of power, Unrest without, within;
The smiles of men, which for a mite May change to darkest frown; Pleasures which for a moment lure, Then to the depths cast down,—
Dear Lord, I have left all of this That at thy fount of love I might find satisfying peace And comfort from above.
Left aught, when life's one pleasure pure, Dispelling gloom and pain, Is the poor service I might give In Jesus' holy name?
O Lord, one moment at thy feet Is sweeter far to me Than all the pleasures earth can give. No sacrifice I see.
Vain thought, begone! that I have left Aught that's of any worth For thy dear service! O, may I While I remain on earth
Win souls of men to heavenly joy, From sin's delusion flee, And ever know the blessedness Of fellowship with thee!
Ancon, C. Z.