C. M. SNOW by C. M. Snow

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 11, 1906

C. M. SNOW

By C. M. Snow

Restoration

C. M. SNOW

My God, the weight of years bears heavy on the world, And like a palsied man she trembles at her age. The wasting blight of sin has sapped her buoyant life, And stamped her for her dissolution soon to come. Shall change and retrogression be her lot for aye, And all Thy purpose for the race be nullified, While human hearts sink ’neath a growing weight of sin, And sorrows pile on sorrows with a crushing load?

My God, it can not be. I grasp Thy living Word, And feel the thrill of life through every hungry vein. Though Death with clanking chain tread close upon our heels, By Thy great oath-bound promise we shall live again. Where swept the scourge of war, immortal peace shall reign; Where sin was all in all, His righteousness shall be; Where want and woe sat long in wretchedness and rags, We’ll find the glad abundance of the earth made new.

Hail, blessed Lord! All hail, Thou gracious King of kings! Set Thou Thine age-enduring throne within my heart, And make me what Thou wilt, so I am Thine alone, With Thee to reign immortal through eternity. O glad fruition of a long, long waiting hope! O day of all glad days when I shall see His face! Speed, speed thy pace till in the furling sky above We see His form and hear His benison of love.

Takoma Park, D. C.