A. W. SPAULDING by A. W. Spaulding

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 3, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 43.

A. W. SPAULDING

By A. W. Spaulding

From the Valley of Cursing

LET it not be of me, my Lord, O Jehovah, Let it not be of me to bring Thee defame. Thy children who love Thee are threatened dishonor; Let it not be of me to cover with shame.

Afar from my kindred, and alien to lovers, The zeal of Thy cause hath led me away; And they that reproach me reproach Thee in common, Accept me, O God, and save me, I pray.

Thou knowest it, O Lord, my foolishness wanton; My sins that are hidden are not hid from Thee; But Thou art my covert, yea, Thou art my Saviour; From the grim swift avenger to refuge I flee.

Now through the abundance of Thy loving-kindness, O answer me, Lord, in the truth of Thy Word; And past earth’s wild jeers and vile imprecations Shall the sweet strains of heaven’s pæans be heard.

A. W. SPAULDING

Asheville, N. C.