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A WORD FOR THE TRUTH

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 23, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 9.

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A WORD FOR THE TRUTH.

By M. A. Whalen

As the Review is placed in our hands from week to week, a “thank God” goes out from the heart, that, although entirely alone here, we have this means of knowing of the advancement of the work through the reports of those who have labored long and faithfully to establish the truths for this time. Eagerly are its dear pages scanned, to mark the progress from week to week; and we are never disappointed. The work is onward, regardless of the opposition of those who would crush it. The trumpet tones ring out with no uncertain sound; and soon the alarm will have been heard throughout the length and breadth of the earth. The precious will be separated from the vile; the work done.
With intense interest we read the articles from the pen of Bro. White. God pity the soul that is not thrilled and stirred to its depths as the important duties and mighty responsibilities of the hour are thus presented. The foundation of this work standeth sure; for the Lord holds and supports it. It is founded on the Rock.
Dear reader, if we would have a part in the glorious triumph which is soon to be revealed, we must be awake, earnestly intent upon our Master's business, walking carefully before the Lord daily; for the night is far spent, the day is at hand. Soon the faithful ones will be gathered home. For ages they have been trodden down by oppression,—have been pilgrims and strangers in the earth. But soon these wicked kingdoms shall be destroyed, driven away like the chaff of the summer threshing floor; and “the saints of the Most High shall take the kingdom, and possess the kingdom forever, even forever and ever.” No lonely ones will be there, no aching hearts left behind as the saved go up to worship before the Lord from Sabbath to Sabbath. They will all be there, crowned with glorious immortality.
Courage, lone one. Toil on, though faint and weary. The Lord knows all thy sorrows. In him there is help, and the day of thy rest is at hand.
M. A. WHALEN.