p. 5 | Himself by Carrie G. Merrall

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 29, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 34.

"Himself"

By Carrie G. Merrall

'Tis the same dear old truth, but so preciously new, That I want you to hear it, and make it yours too; That 'tis not some rich blessing, but Jesus we need, His own person within us on whom we must feed.

Like a sweet revelation this dawns on my soul; And the heart door swings open, and He makes me whole; And myself is at last at His feet lying low, While throughout all my being His life-blood doth flow.

Ah! my eyes, which so long have been looking within, Only seeing life's trials, my failures and sin, Have at last caught a view of "Himself" dwelling there, To His own blessed fulness thus making me heir.

It is henceforth not my life but His I'm to live; All my righteousness, and even faith He must give; O, how blessed! I've only to just let Him reign, And He pledges each moment unspeakable gain.

And while thus in my heart His own presence doth shine, I can easily say, "Never my will, but Thine." All my life will be glorified thus watching Him, Till the heavens are opened, and earth light grows dim. —Carrie G. Merrall.