SUP WITH ME

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 30, 1895

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 21, No. 21.

"Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."—Phil. 4:8.

SUP WITH ME.

AND wilt Thou sup with me? My morsel hard, My cup so bitter, that my hand would fain Put it aside untasted; wilt Thou come Into this lonely dwelling of my heart, Whence earthly peace and joy have taken flight, And left it desolate? Then come, sweet Guest! There's room for Thee, for there are none beside; And if the dwelling be not swept so clean Nor garnished as I fain would have it, Lord, Do thou forgive; and while thou dwellest with me, Meeten, and purify, and fit my soul (E'en if with trouble, so it be thy will) To dwell in light hereafter, in that home Where those thou lovest shall sit down with thee. —Sunshine at Home.