Your ShelfYour Projects

LORD, UNTO THEE

13%

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 20, 1870

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 36, No. 14.

Read the full edition

LORD, UNTO THEE.

By L. D. Santee

Lord unto thee, Thou who hast suffered on Calvary's tree, Poured out thy blood that the world might be free, Praying for mercy I come unto thee, Humbly I offer the penitent's plea, Lord, unto thee.
Save or I die; Lord turn upon me thy pitying eye; Prone in the dust here before thee I lie, Saviour of mercy, O list to my cry, Spurn not my pleadings, O pass me not by; Save or I die.
Wounded and faint, I am corrupted by sin's foul attaint, And most unworthy the name of a saint, Such is my misery, ah! who can paint— To thee, O Lord, now I raise my complaint, Wounded and faint.
Hasten the day When wars and tumults shall all pass away; When friends who now in the sepulcher lay, Shall greet us; and sin shall no longer sway His scepter so vile. For this we will pray; Hasten the day.
There, there is light Up far above all the gloom and the night; There is the city with Christ for its light, Jasper its walls, oh! how lovely the sight; Angels are gliding, surpassingly bright; There, there is light.
L. D. SANTEE.
Dixon, Mo.