Tell Me About the Master

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 15, 1907

Tell Me About the Master

Tell me about the Master, I am weary and worn to-night; The day lies behind me in shadow, And only the evening is light— Light with a radiant glory, That lingers about the west; But my heart is aweary, aweary, And I long like a child for rest.

Tell me about the Master — Of the hills he in loneliness trod, When the tears and the blood of his anguish Dropped down on Judea’s sod; For to me life’s weary mile-stones But a sorrowful journey mark — Rough lies the hill country behind me, The mountains before me are dark.

Tell me about the Master — Of the wrongs he freely forgave, Of his mercy and tender compassion, Of his love that was mighty to save; For my heart is aweary, aweary, Of the woes and temptations of life, Of the error that stalks in the noonday, Of falsehood and malice and strife.

Yet I know that whatever of sorrow Or pain or temptations befall, The infinite Master has suffered, And knoweth and pitieth all; So tell me the sweet old story, That falls on each wound like a balm, And the heart that was bruised and broken Grows patient and strong and calm. — The Advance.