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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 13, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 11.

My heart was hungry many a day; While plenty lay upon my board; Men saw my need and turned away Until ye came who serve your Lord.

Unto my lips ye held love’s wine, Love’s gracious gift of daily bread. Ye knew not, meeting need of mine, It was your Master whom ye fed.

My soul was naked to the blast, And shivered helpless in the cold, Until your pity, coming past, Drew near and wrapped Me in its fold. With tender words of cheer and care Mine utmost want your love sufficed. Ye knew not, when ye left Me there, Your love had warmed the heart of Christ.

I was in prison with My pain, Barred into darkness, left alone, Until ye came to loose My chain And break away the walls of stone. Ye led Me forth to light and day, Struck off My bonds, and set Me free. Ah, blessed, when your Lord shall say, “ This have ye done, and done to Me”!

—Selected.