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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 19, 1870

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 32, No. 5.

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By R. F. Cottrell

O God! canst thou accept my heart, The remnant of my days; When human life is far too short, All given to thy praise.
The morning of my life is gone; Recalled it cannot be; Can I find pardon at thy throne, And make my peace with thee?
I've wasted much God-given strength, Serving the carnal mind; And can it be that I at length With thee acceptance find?
What base ingratitude! how mean, And justly too abhorred, To give our best days all to sin, The refuse to the Lord!
To serve the flesh in selfish mood Down to our latest breath; Tread under foot the Saviour's blood, And seek his grace at death.
O God! such vileness I would hate, Abhor it perfectly; And what remains of life, though late, Devote entire to thee.
R. F. COTTRELL.