p. 6 | MY JUDGE by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Nov 23, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 46.

MY JUDGE.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.

O Christ, I know that Thou dost see The hidden motive of my soul; Each word, each thought, is known to Thee, And Thou, O Christ, my Judge must be, Thou wilt appoint my lot to me, When like a mighty, parting scroll The quaking heavens asunder roll.

I know Thy judgment will be just; But O! Thy gentleness is great. Thou knowest that Thy child is dust, Thou knowest the fleshly heart of lust, I will not fear, O Christ, but trust In Thy dear, wounded hands, my fate— Thou canst not leave me desolate.

If man should judge my trembling soul, How drear, how sad, would be my lot; Then might I fear when tempests roll, Then might I miss the glorious goal, For ah! the struggles of my soul Perchance my brother hath forgot, Perchance my heart he knoweth not.

But O! what joy that He who made My shrinking soul, her judge shall be; I need not fear nor be afraid When in the balance I am laid, And in the scales of justice weighed, By Him who faced Gethsemane— The sinless Man of Calvary.

For O! one crimson drop will pay The overwhelming debt of sin, One drop of blood in that great day From Calvary's mountain shall repay, And all my guilt shall wash away; And through the gates all free from sin, That pierced Hand shall lead me in.