Pleadings by Mrs. M. C. Sollars

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Dec 3, 1912

Pleadings

By Mrs. M. C. Sollars

"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!" So Jesus wept o'er thee, Foreseeing, down the future years, Thy awful destiny.

"If thou hadst known the things which here Belong unto thy peace! If thou hadst known the heart which longs To pardon and release!"

"My prophets ye have stoned and killed, My servants ye deny; Ye seek My life to take away, Yea, even crucify."

"O chosen people, favored ones, Thy visitation day, Thy cup of wrath, now almost filled, Ye may not turn away!"

These words come ringing down the years, To us in this our day; The same sweet voice is pleading now: "My people, come away"

"From worldly pleasures, worldly strife, From things the world holds dear. The fields are white; 'tis harvest-time; The Judge will soon appear."

"If ye can love the world, how can Ye love and follow Me— The world which gave Me scoffs and sneers, And death on Calvary?"

"'Tis evening-time. The hour is late. Earth's sun is almost set. The day draws on which brings to all, Glad hearts or vain regret."