THE MOTE

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 16, 1860

Published by request.

As the present truth advances, Purest love's revealed in some— If there still should be offences, Woe to him by whom they come.

Judge not, that ye be not judged, Was the counsel Christ did give; For the measure we have given, Just the same shall we receive.

Jesus says, Be meek and lowly, Nor assume to be a judge; If we would be pure and holy, We must love without a grudge.

It requires a constant labor Every precept to obey— If I truly love my neighbor, I am in the narrow way.

Oft I've said unto my brother, In thine eye there is a mote; If thou art a friend and brother, Hold and let me pull it out.

But I could not get it fairly, For my sight was wondrous dim; When I came to see more clearly, In my own there was a beam.

If I love my brother dearly, And his mote I would erase, Then my light must shine most clearly, For the eye's a tender place.

Others I have oft reproved, For a little scanty mote; Now I wish this beam removed, O! that tears might wash it out.

Charity and love are healing, These will give a clearer sight. When I saw my brother's falling, I was not exactly right.

Now I'll take no further trouble, Jesus' love is all my theme; Little motes are but a bubble, When I think upon the beam.