A PENITENT'S PLEA by Alice Cary

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 5, 1877

A PENITENT'S PLEA.

By Alice Cary

Like a child that is lost From its home in the night, I grope through the darkness, And cry for the light; Yea, all that is in me Cries out for the day— Come Jesus, my Master, Illumine my way.

In the conflicts that pass Twixt my soul and my God, I walk as one walketh A fire-path, unshod; And in my despairing Sit dumb by the way— Come Jesus, my Master, And heal me, I pray.

I know the fierce flames Will not cease to uproll, Till thou rainest the dew Of thy love on my soul; And I know the dumb spirit Will never depart, Till thou comest and makest Thy home in my heart.

My thoughts lie within me As waste as the sands; O make them be musical Strings in thy hands. My sins, red as scarlet, Wash white as a fleece— Come Jesus, my Master, And give me thy peace. —Alice Cary.