TWILIGHT THOUGHTS

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 5, 1874

TWILIGHT THOUGHTS.

I am not satisfied with what my life has been, I am not satisfied with what it is to-day. I know not that at last my soul shall enter in E’en though the pearly gates to everlasting day.

I am not satisfied, I have not given all The golden hours, the brightest and the best to Thee. I have not lived for others, and, forgetting self Remembered Him who fully gave his life for me.

I am not satisfied. Sometimes I’ve weary grown Long ere the purple shadows gathered in the west; Ere yet the golden sheaves were safely gathered home, Have calmly sat me down with folded hands to rest.

With folded hands—while other reapers gathered sheaves All golden—gathered them with weary, aching feet. Methinks I hear the Master say, “Well done,” to these, “Well done” in thrilling tones—so rapturous and so sweet.

I am so weak—so very weak, and so defiled, My faith is wavering, I cannot always see The hand that guides my footsteps—Father, save thy child, Thine erring child, who that dark hour looks up to thee.

And oh! the past forgive! and from this twilight hour Help me to give my heart, my life, my all to thee. Deny me what thou wilt of any earthly good, But this petition, Father! grant, oh! grant it me.