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WHERE JESUS IS

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Apr 10, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 15.

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WHERE JESUS IS.

By Frances E. Bolton

"He will gather the sorrowful for the solemn assembly."
ARE you looking for the Saviour? You'll not find Him with the gay, With the crowds whose proud behavior Drives the humble soul away. You will find Him stooping o'er you, If you feel you're robbed and lone, With His oil of love to pour you, And to take you for His own.
He is where men always found Him, In the past Judean day, With the helpless all around Him, Pressing close about His way. He is with the sick and weary, He is with the lost and lone; You will find Him with the dreary, Gathering them to be His own.
You will find Him with the outcast, With the one men shun and scorn; You will find Him with the doubt-fast, Sinking in despair forlorn. Not with haughty throngs that shun thee As a thing of ill unknown, He is whispering, "Return ye; I am here to claim My own."
Should you seek Him in the city, You will find Him in the mart, Hovering with tender pity O'er the bleeding, broken heart. You will find Him in Samaria, With the woman all alone, Healing her of sin's malaria, Gathering up His loved, His own.
You will find Him at the dinner Of the haughty Pharisee, For the sake of one poor sinner Who is weeping at His knee. You will find Him with the shame-faced, Whom the sinning crowd would stone, Till they see each guilty name traced, And He stands to win His own.
He is with the tender mothers, Whom the twelve had sent apart, With His little children lovers, Gathered close to His great heart. He is with the stricken mourners, Weeping as they move the stone, He is in deserted corners Gathering His loved, His own.
He is with the heathen nations, Toiling as you preach of Him; He is in the mission stations, Where men look with eyes grown dim; He is in all need and sorrow, In all weariness and loss; Yesterday, to-day, to-morrow, You will find Him at the cross.
He is in the heights of heaven, As a lamb that has been slain; Hands and feet and side are riven, Bleeding still for all our pain. O, if you would surely seek Him, Go and share men's pain and loss; You will find Him with the weak one, Love-bound still upon our cross.
FRANCES E. BOLTON.