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WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 7, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 40.

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WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

By Worthie Harris Holden

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WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

It matters not how dark the night While we keep vigils drear, It matters not if it be bright When day-dawn shall appear,— How much we hold of weal or woe, Of sorrow or of cheer,— If through it all we may but know God's approbation here.
For love and home and friends will fail To calm the troubled mind, And wealth and fame can not avail A healing balm to find; But if my God will be well pleased With my endeavors frail, The prize of ages I have seized, And hid “within the veil.”
And when unveiled I see His face Whom, though unseen, I love, When sin and death have fled apace From radiant light above, Transcendent beauty will surpass All I have dreamed or known; Then only shall I sense at last This joy — I am His own.
Portland, Ore.