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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 25, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 47.

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Thy Will Be Done

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
I know not, Lord, that e’en one soul Hath through me found thy fold; I know not if my stammering tongue One half thy grace hath told; Nor half thy blessings daily given Do I to thee confess; Yet all my days, by mercies crowned, Proclaim thy faithfulness.
I would my lips might burn with fire From off thine altar, Lord, That so my praise, attuned to heaven, With angels might accord. I would my voice might travel far To those in darkest night, And lead them past the maze of sin Through penitence to light;
But one thing only do I plead, That Jesus may be mine; Each day, each hour, my guide, to lead Where’er thy will design. Then humbly may I live the task In love allotted me, Assured my place must be the best In which to worship thee.
Portland, Ore.