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The Glad Exchange

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · May 9, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 19.

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The Glad Exchange

By Worthie Harris Holden

So fitful is life's day We long for glad to-morrow, For joy is wreathed with grief And love is weighed with sorrow.
Our God in mercy bound The thorns among the roses, And through our anxious night His star of hope discloses.
Man's sin in paradise Could never be abiding; It shunned God's majesty, And sought a place for hiding.
The guard with flaming sword, The toil that saps our pleasure, The loss of friends or wealth, Point us to heaven's treasure.
His Son God gave to save, And naught is he withholding To lure us back to him, Safe in his arms enfolding.
O question not his grace, Nor spurn his loving kindness Who purchased all our woe And gives us light for blindness.
Portland, Oregon.