HE MUST LOVE YOU by Fannie Bolton

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Aug 5, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 30.

HE MUST LOVE YOU.

By Fannie Bolton

BY FANNIE BOLTON.

I stood within a mansion, There lived a maiden there; And through its halls and chambers Were treasures, rich and rare,— Fair pictures and bright jewels, And chandeliers of light, And singing birds and fountains, And all things pure and bright.

"You wonder at my mansion And who it was that gave. Come, see the dearest treasure Of all the gifts I have." She showed me in a chamber A picture on the wall, "He is my best and dearest, He gave, and is my all."

I murmured, "He must love you." "He does, indeed," she cried, "He sends me tokens daily; I am his promised bride. I love him, for he loves me, His love has made me great; For I was a poor maiden, And lone and desolate."

I left the maiden's mansion, I came to one of mine; It was the hall of memory, And filled with gifts divine. Fair jewels there, and treasures, And promises of Heaven, And rich and precious tokens, The God of love had given.

As some new radiance brightened The sunshine of the day, Remembrances, like pictures, Flashed out along the way. And as I sang, rejoicing, Such beauty filled the place, I saw the glorious likeness Of the gracious Giver's face.

I bowed down in my hallway To think of all his love; For every day came tokens And blessings from above. For I was but an alien, A rebel and a slave, And Christ had died in anguish My guilty soul to save.

"My soul," I cried, "He loves thee, Why doubt him any more?" I turned my locks and barriers, I opened my heart's door, And came my Guest and Master, Responsive to my call; I know his gentle favor, He is my all in all.