p. 7 | If by Maggie A. Pulver

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 4, 1913

If

By Maggie A. Pulver

By Maggie A. Pulver

If I truly loved my Saviour, If my heart were cleansed from sin, If I walked in sweet communion Every day and hour with Him, Would I then deride the message That His coming now is near? Would not I with joy prepare to Meet the One I love so dear?

If I truly loved my Saviour, Would not my whole being thrill At the thought of His returning, His sweet promise to fulfil? Knowing that He'd take me with Him To that glorious city bright, Freed from every taint of sorrow There to walk with Him in white?

If I truly loved my Saviour, If my treasures were in heaven, If my heart from all the follies Of this world were truly riven, Would not I prepare to meet Him In a pure and heavenly dress? Not in garments of my wearing, But His spotless righteousness.

If I raised my voice to heaven In the strains of sweetest song, If I knelt each day before Him Thrice in seeking Him—the strong, Could I thus deceive my Saviour? Would He think my heart sincere, If each day I strove to banish Every thought that He was near?

If I call Him Lord and Master, Will that all suffice for me? Can I trample on His precepts, And from that great sin be free? Can I rob Him of His birthright, Take His portion for my own, And escape the awful sentence, “Thou shalt reap as thou hast sown”?

If I truly loved my Saviour, Would not my desire be To behold Him in His glory— Lamb of God who died for me? Would not I each day be striving To obey His every word? Would not I with joy receive each Omen of my coming Lord?