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The Gospel of Salvation

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 4, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 27.

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The Gospel of Salvation

By L. D. Santee

"How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things." Rom. 10:15.
HERALDS of mercy, to you will be given Life that is rich with the blessings of home, Life that's for love in the gladness of heaven; Sweet is your resting when labor is done. God's faithful heralds to sinners are calling, "Jesus is pleading; come, open the door." Come; for the moments like rose-leaves are falling; Enter his fold, and be safe evermore.
How the great years with their seasons are speeding, Bearing us down to eternity's side. Souls may be lost while the Master is pleading,— Souls in their sins, for whom Jesus has died. Tell of his love while the hours are flying; Tell of his prayer, as he hung on the cross; Tell how on Calvary Jesus was dying, He who has counted all earth gains but loss.
Tell of his tears in Gethsemane's garden; Tell how he suffered for you and for me; How by his death he has purchased our pardon; How by his merits the captive is free. List, while his tones on your senses are falling; Christ for the fallen the wine-press has trod. Haste, for the Saviour to sinners is calling, Pardoning Saviour, compassionate God.
Beautiful feet, in the city of splendor, Sweet be your rest, with the journeying o'er, Glad harps will thrill, with their melodies tender, Welcoming on to the evergreen shore. Far were your journeyings, dark o'er the mountains, Preaching unto sinners "the gospel of peace;" Now, mid the murmur of soft-flowing fountains, Rest is forever; all wanderings cease.
Moline, Ill.