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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 30, 1901

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 78, No. 31.

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By Mrs. E. H. Hafford

When the golden sun is setting, And a glow is in the west, When the evening shades are falling, And all nature sinks to rest,
Then my soul, itself reviewing, Turns to look at that within, Asking what the deeds and motives Of the vanished day have been.
Did I feel the love of Jesus When I gave that passing smile? Or did love of self, uprising, Half its purity defile?
Did the Saviour’s benediction Rest upon that trifling word? When I spoke in hasty accents, Did I think that angels heard?
O my Saviour! stoop to hear me, For the day has run its race; Pardon grant for past transgression, For the future give me grace.
Help me fix my heart on heaven, May my love be wholly thine; May my thoughts and acts be molded By an influence divine.
—Mrs. E. H. Hafford.