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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 30, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 13.

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The Contrast

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
Out of the chill of the cold world’s disdain Into the warmth of Thy love, Out of earth’s fickle regard but for fame To rank with princes above.
Homeless was I; now a mansion doth wait; Friendless till Jesus was mine; Hopeless I gazed till I viewed heaven’s gate Oped by a Shepherd divine.
Knowledge he grants for my vain ignorance, Peace for a heart full of strife; Guilty, he saves by his own innocence,— Cancels my death with his life.
Wisdom he gives for my sad foolishness; Might, for my weakness to sin; For filthy rags, robes with his righteousness, Sealed by his Spirit within.
Would I might lay priceless gifts at his feet! All that I have is so small; Losses are gain, and his service is sweet,— Christ is my all and in all.
Portland, Ore.