p. 3 | The Record Holds All by L. D. SANTEE

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jul 27, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 29.

The Record Holds All

By L. D. SANTEE

“So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.”

By L. D. SANTEE

Is it true that an angel in glory, In the deathless, the beautiful throng, Is recording the pitiful story Of the things that I do that are wrong? All the sins that my spirit has tasted, All the habits that held me in thrall, All the mercies and blessings I’ve wasted— The record holds all.

And an angel as watchman and warder Of the thoughts and the deeds done by men, Is a solemn and faithful recorder. Every action is traced by his pen. Every hard word that added to sorrow, And caused the sad teardrops to fall, Every duty deferred till the morrow— The record holds all.

Ah, the record contained in its pages, Of the deeds and the words that are said— They contain an account of all ages, Till the Judgment of living and dead. All the wrath, and the strife, and the fighting, That from sinful hearts often will fall, Though the angel may weep in his writing— The record holds all.

All the sins that are never forgiven, All the wrongs that are never confessed— They close up the gateway of heaven, Debarring from home and from rest. When the saints shall the kingdom inherit, And Jesus the Judgment shall call, We may think with a sinking of spirit, The record holds all.

But, ah, there’s a thought that is glorious, Of that record made whiter than snow, Through Jesus, the Conqueror victorious, And the love He so freely does show. Thus pardoned from sin and from error, In His presence we gratefully fall, And we think with a gladness, not terror, The record holds all.