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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 8, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 49, No. 10.

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SATISFIED

By Mary A. Davis

“He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied.”
“He shall be satisfied,”—the Man of sorrows, Remembering all his wanderings below,— He who hath drank the bitter cup of anguish, On man the cup of blessing to bestow;—
Remembering life's long and weary journey From Bethlehem, the cradle in the stall, The humble home, the life of patient labor, The cruel taunts by venomed tongues let fall;
The long fast in the wilderness recalling, When, in his human weakness, face to face, He single-handed met the prince of darkness, And conquered in behalf of all the race;
His wanderings o'er Judah's hills and valleys, Each night of watching and each toiling day, The multitudes who claimed his gifts of healing, Yet from his holy teachings turned away;
The last sad meeting in the upper chamber, Gethsemane—that form in anguish bowed— His sleeping followers and the pitying angels, The base betrayal and the mocking crowd—
By e'en the dearest earthly friend forsaken— The Judgment Hall, the robe, the thorny crown— Denied by one he loved, with shameful cursing— The soldiers in mock homage bowing down;
The last dread scene on Calvary's awful summit— Demons and men their hellish power unite, Creation groans, the earth is wrapped in darkness, And angels veil their faces from the sight.
“He shall be satisfied!” O wondrous tidings! Surpassing prophet's sight or poet's dream; O weight of glory infinite! exceeding The price there paid, the sinner to redeem!
“He shall be satisfied!” not while the darkness Rests heavily upon earth's blighted plains, The air resounding with the clash of conflict And the harsh clanking of the captive's chains;
But when at last these desert plains shall blossom Fairer than Eden in the long-ago, The tree of life unfold its leaves of healing, And from the throne of God life's waters flow;
When sin and death shall be forever vanquished, And o'er the earth, supreme from zone to zone, The Prince of peace, the King of kings, triumphant, In righteousness shall reign on David's throne.
With rapture then the white-robed throng before him Shall cast their crowns, and worship, at his feet, Their King, Redeemer, evermore adore him And chant his praise in anthems glad and sweet.
Freed from each lingering trace of sin's pollution, And from the blighting curse forever free, As he beholds his ransomed ones, the Saviour In them the travail of his soul shall see.
“He shall be satisfied!”—Our God hath spoken, His word is pledged,—that word which cannot fail; Almighty power, infinite love, uniting, Slowly but surely shall at last prevail;—
The mighty conflict of the ages ended, The traitor and his hosts defeated, slain, Creation's glorious, perfect plan completed, Peace, peace, throughout Jehovah's vast domain.
Oh! then the present and the past beholding, The scene of triumph will the anguish hide, And all the travail of his soul recalling, The Lord, our Saviour, will be satisfied.
MARY A. DAVIS.
Battle Creek, Mich.