OUR DAY by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, Cal. · Jul 4, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 26.

OUR DAY.

By Eliza H. Morton

OUR day,—a day far more than seems When all the trembling air Is laden with forgotten dreams That come and go in fitful gleams, Like sunshine on the placid streams That seem so bright and fair.

It is a day among the years, A time the prophets saw. ’Tis full of doubts and wondering fears, ’Tis full of wo and pain and tears, ’Tis full of scorn and scoffing jeers; And souls are filled with awe.

For this our day is one of thought, A trumpet sound is heard, A message by the humble taught, Traditions old declared as naught, And Christians, worldlings—all besought To search God’s written Word.

Our day is one of dazzling light From God’s own living throne. His law the standard true of right Tho men its claims ignore and slight, It will the church of God unite When Jesus claims His own.

And what the key-note of our day That gives to it a song? ’Tis found in that one word—obey. No use to talk and work and pray, And then go on the same old way. God wants His people strong.

ELIZA H. MORTON.