p. 8 | The Crown Through the Cross by L. D. SANTEE

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Jul 11, 1912

The Crown Through the Cross

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE

THERE are cases unnumbered on trial to-day,— Some written in heaven, and some turned away. The judgment is solemn; there is no appeal, As God passes sentence for woe or for weal. Each record of evil, each love-service given, Is kept in the “book of remembrance” in heaven; Each life has its record of glory or loss. Will you reach for the crown, through the blood of the cross?

The millions unnumbered whose cases are read, Stand in awe of the Judge of the “quick and the dead.” The crimes unrepented, abhorrent to God, For these will the “wine-press” in anger be trod, For these will sad faces with tear-drops be wet, For these will life hold unavailing regret; Each life has its record of glory or loss. Will you reach for the crown, through the blood of the cross?

The wounds and the hurts that our anger has made, Let us heal, while as yet the keen sickle is stayed: There’s time for forgiveness; then turn we to-day, Ere the angel of mercy turn sadly away. The Judge passes sentence for woe or for weal; Then ere our dread trial, life’s wounds let us heal; Each life has its record of glory or loss. Will you reach for the crown, through the blood of the cross?

There’s a lifetime of glory awaiting in heaven All the pure and the holy, whose sins are forgiven, Who have “fought the good fight” till the warfare is done, Whose robes are made white in the blood of the Son. The fragrance of pity, the kindness of love, All, all are transcribed to the records above; Each life is enjoying the favor of God. The crown will be theirs; they are washed in the blood.

Moline, Ill.