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Since God Converted Me

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 29, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 48.

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Since God Converted Me

By F. D. STARK

F. D. STARK
“WHAT think you, parson, is there hope For such a wretch abhorred? Or must he in the darkness grope, Rejected of the Lord?”
“Think you the vilest of the vile (There’s none more vile than he) Can ever share the Saviour’s smile, Or heaven’s beauty see?”
The parson, with reflective pause And with a kindling eye, A lesson from experience draws, And thus he makes reply:
“I surely can not doubt the power Of Christ to set men free, Since that eventful, happy hour When God converted me.
“Of poor lost sinners I was chief, Sunk in the depths profound, Conversion brought my soul relief, Grace did much more abound.”
“Since God converted me.” Ah, yes; An epoch here begins Of everlasting righteousness, Forgiveness of my sins.
This epoch is the boundary line Since which doubt can not be; The skeptic’s creed can not be mine Since God converted me.
When Satan’s darts come thick and fast, And would o’erpower my soul, Faith’s retrospective glance I cast, And Jesus makes me whole.
Forest, Idaho.