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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 9, 1872

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 40, No. 4.

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HOPE FOR THE SINFUL.

By Rebekah Smith

Come, reason, saith the Lord; though now Your sins like scarlet glow, My grace hath all-sufficient power To make them white as snow.
Though now with deepest crimson dye They stain your inmost soul, My blood can make them soon to be Fair as the purest wool.
Then put far off despondency, That cheerless, gloomy foe; The light of heaven departs, where’er Is heard its wail of woe.
Rouse every power of heart and life, To stem this mournful tide; There is a fountain whence our wants With bounty are supplied.
Sink not within the reach of hope, A Mediator’s plea, An Advocate who now invites, Come, weary one, to me.
Be one resistless effort made, The victory to gain, Remembering how in love for us The Lamb of God was slain.
Haste from this dreary, darkened place; Mark where the Saviour trod; Trace there his footsteps and you’ll see The boundless love of God;
That love with which he first loved us, Which bids us still to come, Which waits to fit us, one and all, For Heaven, our final home.
In view of love like this, dispel Each unbelieving thought; We’re not our own, but with the blood Of Jesus Christ are bought.
Plead then his merits, though oppressed; On him your burden cast; He’ll be whatever here you need, And bless and save at last.
REBEKAH SMITH.
West Wilton, N. H., June, 1872,