Lord am I Thine? by J. A. DAYTON

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 24, 1863

Lord am I Thine?

By J. A. DAYTON

LORD am I thine? I ask it now my Father, Ere the Archangel with his trump shall sound. Shall I, when thou dost come thine own to gather Be 'mong thy jewels, or the wicked found?

Within my hand I hold a beauteous mirror, Thy holy word, once given unto man: Who would attain unto the perfect stature Must here his motives and his actions scan.

I turn the sacred page, and oh, how plainly, Shines forth thy truth to point the way secure; I read—"Whoever hath this hope within him Doth purify himself as thou art pure."

What do I see? as thou art pure my Saviour? Then lend thine aid ere in despair I faint, A thousand seeming dangers round me gather While unto thee I pour out my complaint.

Thy word so mighty, as a sword has pierced me. I groan in agony, oh God, to see Some bitter root now here, now there upspringing, Can one so vile be pure? Where shall I flee?

Saviour behold! I cast myself upon thee, See, Lord, how weak, how needy, poor, I come Before thee, can it be? and thou wilt own me? Saviour thy tender pity melts me down.

I'd thought to perish; but thine arm to save me At once outstretched I grasp: I walk, I run, Nearer, my God, eternal life's before me, And I can hear thee saying, Child, well done. J. A. DAYTON.