What Doest Thou Here? by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park, Washington, D. C. · Aug 21, 1913

What Doest Thou Here?

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

WHY longest thou to flee away in hiding, O trembling soul, perplexed with doubt and fear? Why thus cast down, within His care abiding,— Is not thy Helper near?

Thou hast been zealous for the Lord of glory, Why then art thou so fraught with grim despair? Amidst the gloom the specter doubts full hoary Inspire thy plaintive prayer.

God calls thee forth. Then wrap thy mantle round thee; No soul can bear his awful, righteous gaze. Fierce winds have spent, the quaking earth surrounds thee, And fearful fires blaze.

A calm,—and standing now before thy Maker, His still, small voice is answering thine own. "What doest thou here? I God am thy defender; Thou art not left alone."

Erelong the chariots of God shall take thee E'en to thy mansion in the courts of light. No force of earth or hell can e'er deter thee If valiant in his might.

Portland, Oregon.