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It Is No Myth

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Dec 29, 1910

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 87, No. 52.

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It Is No Myth

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
It is no myth, but ’tis a mystery, How Christ, the Son of God, could die for me; How love so infinite and so divine Could stoop to lift a sordid life like mine. God gave so much for something less than naught,— Can e’er I praise redemption as I ought?
It is no myth, but ’tis a mystery, That I might dwell with Christ eternally,— Companion with the Maker of our earth, Whose word omniscient gave all beings birth. God plans so great for mortals such as we, That heaven alone can tune our ecstasy!
It is no myth, but ’tis a mystery, That God omnipotent should ’bide with me. Each day and hour he is my strength and stay,— My guide and my protector on life’s way. What should life’s loyal, loving service be To prove my gratitude’s sincerity?
I am too small to comprehend his grace; But this I know,—that when I see his face, Compassionate, yet glorified, serene, ’Twill be the One whom I have loved supreme; In whom I found life’s meaning; who inspires And satisfies my ardent soul-desires.
Portland, Ore.