Poem September 26, 1901 Issue

"Faultless."

Jude, verse 24.

Herrick Johnson

"Faultless in His Glory's presence!"
All the soul within me stirred,
All my heart reached up to heaven
At the wonder of that word.

"Able to present me faultless?
Lord, forgive my doubt," I cried;
"Thou didst once, to loving doubt, show
Hands and feet and riven side.

"Oh, for me, build up some ladder,
Bright with golden round on round,
That my hope this word may compass,
Reaching Faith's high vantage-ground!"

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