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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 26, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 30.

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MISSIONS
MISSIONS

FOR ME.

UNDER an Eastern sky, Amid a rabble's cry, A Man went forth to die For me.
Thorn-crowned His blessed head; Blood-stained His every tread; Cross-laden, on He sped For me.
Pierced were His hands and feet; Three hours did o'er Him beat Fierce rays of noontide heat, For me.
Thus wert Thou made all mine; Lord, make me wholly Thine; Grant grace and strength divine To me,
In thought, and word, and deed Thy will to do. Oh, lead My soul, e'en though it bleed, To Thee.
—Anon.