Luther by George E. Tack

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · May 9, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 18.

Luther

By George E. Tack

Not his the dreamer's lot, idly to dwell In pleasant fields, far from the strifes of men Who vex their souls with trifling why and when, And in the marts of Fame their conscience sell.

Nay, he had drunk from life's pure, sparkling well, And felt the rapture of the life divine, And with his eyes anointed held the shine Of God's great glory, which he fain must tell.

Long years he labored in the realm of right, The deathless right, and fought for conscience free From priestly bondage, while blind Error's night He flamed with heav'nly light, that all might see The way to God, and like him fearless stand, A freeman in God's faithful Christian band.