p. 1 | Time's High Pinnacle by Worthie Harris Holden

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 9, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 44.

Time's High Pinnacle

By Worthie Harris Holden

By WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

We dwell on time's high pinnacle, and view The pageant of the ages pass anew, When with God's holy guide we rightly scan The wondrous working of the almighty plan. No principality nor power has sought A bold defiance of the Maker's thought, But it fulfilled His purpose for His own, For God is King above the monarch's throne.

Man limits his horizon as he wills. If thinking God's thought after Him fulfills The soul's desire, there are no bounds to thought; The contemplation of what God has wrought Will be increasing wonder, and for aye, E'en to immortal gaze through endless day.

No Pisgah need we on this crest of time. To live is vision; and to know, sublime. We view the real — predicted to the seer — As witness to the consummation here. In wonder must the universe behold Our zeal so fickle and our hearts so cold. Upon the threshold of eternity, The archdeceiver breathes a lethargy To deaden sense at this eleventh hour, And make men captives of his fiendish power. Earth's drama closes with our fleeting day, Then the grand jubilee for which we pray! Rouse to your privilege, ye sons of might; God's standard rear in world-wide beacons bright!