CONSECRATION by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 47.

CONSECRATION

By L. D. Santee

BY L. D. SANTEE

Life I will give to the sweet call of duty, Hoping in heaven the conqueror's crown, Jesus, one glimpse of Thy cross and Thy beauty, Tears from love's altar all other gods down.

Not mine the race for the gold-bearing mountains, The marts where the demons of avarice feed, The head's cruel schemes, and the heart's dried-up fountains, Crushing the poor to the earth in their need.

Mine be the peace that abides as a river, Floating along on love's beautiful stream, Worshiping Him who of life is the Giver Till in the sunset the "jasper walls" gleam.

Kneeling alone in a loving devotion, Bowing before Him who ruleth on high, Tender my heart with a holy emotion, While the crimson and gold die out of the sky.

All the great world with its wonderful splendor With my sweet hopes it is nought to compare, Nothing to give like the ecstasy tender, Born in the soul by the spirit of prayer.

On the rapt soul are no traces of sorrow, Glory is guilding the isles of the blest, No gloomy fears of disaster to-morrow, Safe, and at home, we can evermore rest.

Feet that are way-worn will soon rest in glory, Long they have journeyed in time's weary way. Soon in life's meadows we'll tell the glad story, Jesus has died, and redeemed us for aye.

Chicago, Ill.