p. 586 | FOR JESUS' SAKE by Frances L. Mace

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 23, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 37.

FOR JESUS' SAKE.

By Frances L. Mace

THERE is a word which, murmured low By humblest child of human woe, Soars swiftest to the eternal Ear, And angels hush their harps to hear— "For Jesus' sake."

It is the one true countersign That passes every guard divine, The golden key that, borne from far, The inner temple can unbar— "For Jesus' sake."

All precious things in earth or heaven The Father to the Son hath given, And we, through holy gates of prayer, May enter in and freely share— "For Jesus' sake."

Though weary cares oppress our years, And sorrow fills our cup with tears, The hope that angels cannot know, The peace of God, is ours below— "For Jesus' sake."

Oh, let us then that watchword take, And bear life's cross "for Jesus' sake," And when we lay our burden down, Be ours the victory and the crown— "For Jesus' sake." —Frances L. Mace.