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At the Foot of the Cross

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Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Feb 15, 1877

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 3, No. 8.

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At the Foot of the Cross.

By Florence Hartland

Just as I am! I dare not tarry longer, Striving to wash the deep, dark stains away, Striving to make my faltering spirit stronger, Striving to teach these dumb lips how to pray.
Just as I am—tho' every past endeavor But mocks me with the stormy battles lost; Tho' like the heaving of a troubled river, In tempest's wrath my weary soul is tossed.
Just as I am—not in the bounding gladness That touched with beauty the fair morn of life; But scourged with mem'ries that are blent with madness— Fleeing for shelter from the noonday strife.
Just as I am—the crimson stains upon me, But Thou canst wash me whiter than the snow; With the dark legions that had well nigh won me Thronging my path to mock me as I go.
Just as I am—never again to falter, Never again, O world! to dread thy frown; But clasping close the cross, our blood-stained altar, To bear it onward till I grasp the crown! Florence Hartland.