FAITH'S ANSWER | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 8, 1872

FAITH'S ANSWER.

Still as of old, Thy precious word Is by the nations dimly heard; The hearts its holiness hath stirred Are weak and few.

Wise men the secret dare not tell, Still in thy temple slumbers well Good Eli; O, like Samuel, Lord, here am I!

Few years, no wisdom, no renown, Only my life can I lay down; Only my heart, Lord, to thy throne I bring; and pray That, child of thine, I may go forth And spread glad tidings through the earth, And teach sad hearts to know thy worth, Lord, here am I!

Thy messenger, all-loving One! The errands of thy truth to run, The wisdom of thy holy Son To teach and live! No purse or scrip, no staff or sword; Be pure intent my wings, O Lord! Lord, here am I!

Young lips may teach the wise, Christ said; Weak feet sad wanderers home have led; Small hands have cheered the sick one's bed With freshest flowers; Yet teach me, Father! I heed their sighs, While many a soul in darkness lies, And waits thy message; make me wise! Lord, here am I!

And make me strong; that staff and stay, And guide and guardian of the way, To thee-ward I may bear each day, Some precious soul. “Speak, for I hear!” make “pure in heart” Thy face to see. Thy truth impart In hut and hall, in church and mart. Lord, here am I!

I ask no Heaven till earth be thine, Nor glory-crown while work of mine Remaineth here; when earth shall shine Among the stars, Her sins wiped out, her captives free, Her voice a music unto thee, For crown new work give thou to me; Lord, here am I!