MY DELIVERER by H. G. Thurston

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jun 28, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 26.

MY DELIVERER.

By H. G. Thurston

FAR, far from my Saviour I wandered, not knowing What peace I could find in His haven of rest. Temptations beset me, Dark clouds overshadowed, My heart nigh stopped beating, My soul was hard pressed. I then did consider My life was a failure, And longed it might end and My troubles be o'er; But then I heard Jesus, Whose love knows no measure, Say, "Come to My bosom, And sorrow no more." I came to the Saviour; His voice whispered sweetly, "Your sins are forgiven If now you believe." All sick, bruised and wounded, I fell down before Him, To know that His power My guilt could relieve. By faith in His promise, To-day freed from sadness I lean on His bosom And rest in His love. 'Tis blessed to labor For others now dying, And turn their faint visions To Zion above. Rejoice then, ye sinners, That Christ came to save you. His life He gave freely That you might'st be free. Rejoice in such mercy— To sinners unbounded. Shout now and forever, "He died to save me." Then, when He returneth His children to gather, From earth He will call you To mansions above. If the blemish of sin From your soul has been taken, He will call, "Child, come home To My kingdom of love." H. G. THURSTON.