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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 17, 1874

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 44, No. 21.

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MY KING.

Love is King! When he commands, Let all meaner things withdraw Only he, in all the lands, Royal, unrestricted, stands, To himself a perfect law!
Love is King! By right divine, From the God-head pure he came: Through his veins the fruited vine, Flows in ever living wine, And his heart is fadeless flame.
Love is King! No cringing thrall Suing for withholden bliss: As his own he claimeth all That his own he cares to call: What if here his crown he miss?
What though he be dispossessed Of his throne? An exile he, Doomed to wander in unrest? Still, above all, is he blest In a conscious royalty.
Ah! my King, mistrusted here, Masked in beggarly array! Comes a morning, radiant, clear, When, no more a wanderer, Dawns for thee a perfect day;
When the heavens shall swing their gate To thy lordly entering; When the people of thy state And all joy, on thee shall wait, And I triumph in my King!
—Sel.