For Favor in Judgment by Arthur W. Spaulding

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 1, 1914

For Favor in Judgment

By Arthur W. Spaulding

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

Hear thou my prayer, O God of all the earth! For thou art true, though I be honor- less. Vain were my trust in station or in birth: In mercy answer, and in righteousness.

Not into judgment with me enter, Lord: Some chosen cleft let thy bright pres- ence hide, Thy gentle hand before thy face my ward; For in thy sight shall none be justified.

Smitten to earth, my life is like a tree That once its branches to the sunshine spread, Now fallen, upright feebly strives to be, Yet feels the creeping canker of the dead.

My soul is whelmed, my heart is deso- late, Mine eyes ashamed, my head in an- guish bowed. In fear upon thy works I meditate Amid the senseless chatter of the crowd.

What is the world? — A bauble I have clutched. What is thy love? — The breath that keepeth life. If, like a child, I have forgot, and touched, Thou, like a Father, know'st with me no strife.

Cause me to hear thy loving-kindness now; For in thy mercy and thy grace I trust: Thou my forgiver, my restorer thou; Thou art the gracious, as thou art the just.

Teach me to do thy will, O thou my God! Deliver me from them that would op- press; And from the vale of sorrow I have trod Lead me into the land of righteousness.

Sanitarium, Cal.