HUMILITY by C. H. Keslake

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 6, 1900

HUMILITY

By C. H. Keslake

C. H. KESLAKE.

(New Brunswick, N. J.)

The hour has come. The Saviour, Christ, goes hence To God, his Father, and to glory, whence He’ll come again, his own to greet; But ere he goes, with heart and mind distressed, He sits with those he oftentimes has blessed, And condescends to wash their feet.

Pride fills their hearts: ambitious thoughts are rife Within each breast; and harsh, unholy strife Prevails when now their Lord they meet. Sad is the heart that beats for them in love, The angels weep, as, wondering, from above They see him wash his followers’ feet.

Great they would be! Not yet had they outgrown Their vain desires. With Christ on earthly throne They each alone would take their seat. True greatness now the blessed Lord would show— He girds himself, and meekly stooping low, He washes his disciples’ feet.

O loving Christ! with Holy Spirit blessed, Thou bringest now to men heaven’s blessedness In act of grace divinely sweet; Amazing love, vast as eternity, Our Lord, in matchless, true humility, Doth even wash the traitor’s feet.

And now he’s gone! No more his gentle voice They hear. But, Spirit-filled, they now rejoice; Their hearts with fervent impulse beat; For Christ again shall come in glory bright; Yes, even he who on that far-off night Did wash his loved disciples’ feet.

He’s coming soon! Wouldst thou with joy thy Lord Then greet? Be faithful to the Living Word, And let not Satan thee defeat. In all thy ways acknowledge him; And through the years, though bright or dim, Still humbly wash each other’s feet.