p. 6 | New York City by Llewellyn A. Morrison

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 24, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 12.

New York City

By Llewellyn A. Morrison

Worship.

By Llewellyn A. Morrison.

I SING the praises of the Lord Who shelters and protects me; I magnify the mighty word Wherein His mind directs me: Tho ills endure, I walk secure ’Mid ramparts, that surroundeth, For I do know Where’er I go His perfect care aboundeth.

To praise Him were a little thing If words were all we brought Him, A vagrant lisp might lightly sing As if a soul had sought Him; But when the heart, From speech apart, Thanksgivings fain would pour Him, Ah! then the tongue Hath quickly sung The measures that adore Him.

We should not rush unheeding in, Forgetting our unmeetness— For lips like ours, befouled by sin, Need sanctifying sweetness: The precious blood By Jesus shed, Which doth our altar sprinkle— This blood, I ween, Doth wash us clean, Without a spot or wrinkle.

We worship Him, the Lord of all, Who reigns in light above us; Low at His feet before Him fall, He doth so truly love us; For all the days And all the ways, Whose mercy faileth never,— For ev’ry grace And hope and peace, We laud His name forever.