IS THERE NO HELP? by Rebekah Smith

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 12, 1872

IS THERE NO HELP?

By Rebekah Smith

SAY not, there is no help. Regrets are useless now. Move forward to amend, nor break again your vow. Left to ourselves we fall, then mourn, lament, and weep, That we should be o’ercome, and fail our vows to keep.

The motto I will try, this self will never kill. Again indulged we plunge in deeper misery still. Less strength then we possess for victories to be gained; ’Tis by denying self true freedom is obtained.

Instead of mourning o’er past sins and follies here, Be will and power aroused to keep the conscience clear. With this, through Heaven’s aid, conquests will be achiev’d, ’Till we can say, We know in whom we have believed. [ed.]

Then will our souls rejoice and glory in the name Of Him who sees we’re dust, and knows our feeble frame; Who says, Return to me, and I’ll return to you, Heal every sin-made wound, and lead you safely through.

With contrite hearts we come; Lord, take us as we are. Be ours thy saving strength, keep us from every snare. Our hearts will ne’er be made more holy by delay; We fly to that dear Fount which takes our sins away.

REBEKAH SMITH.

West Wilton, N. H., Oct., 1872.