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MY SAVIOUR

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 21, 1874

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 43, No. 19.

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MY SAVIOUR.

My Saviour! what a theme for mortal tongue! For never yet hath burning spirit flung O'er thrilling chord, his rapture-waking hands, To theme so great, 'mid Heaven's seraphic bands. Through the long silence of eternal night, Thou wast, enthroned in uncreated light; Thyself a universe—thyself thine all! And when, of thy mere goodness, thou didst call Angelic worlds around thee, sweetly rolled Their strains o'er harps of pure ethereal gold. They sung thee, God—Creation's fount and end, Their Sovereign, Benefactor, Lord, and Friend. Their Holy, holy, holy, pealed around, Deep echoing through immensity's profound; Yet none among their shining hosts of light, E'er hailed thee Saviour! that supreme delight Reserved for guilty man—for guilty me!— To sing through time and through eternity.