AT HIS FEET by Arthur T. Pierson

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 22, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 43.

AT HIS FEET.

By Arthur T. Pierson

At Thy dear feet, once pierced for me With cruel nails upon the tree, I lay my life, for use by Thee, Henceforth to know no anxious care, With cheerful heart my loads to bear, My soul resort—believing prayer.

No worry lest my work be stayed, No hurry lest I be delayed, By haste to prayerlessness betrayed. Not careful to be praised of man, But only to be taught Thy plan, What Thou wilt have me do, I can.

No greed of gain, since Thou hast said That if the beasts and birds are fed Thy children shall not lack for bread. How sweet to live alone in Thee, In danger to Thy wings to flee; The name of Jesus all my plea!

Before Thee let Thy servant stand, To watch Thine eye, Thy beckoning hand, And promptly move at Thy command. So shall my life be one sweet day, Lit up by heaven’s cloudless ray, A walk with God—a radiant way.

—Arthur T. Pierson.