[Written for the Sentinel]

The Open Door

LORD, in Thy will are no cross-purposes, But one divine unfoldment. As the sun Before him heralds sends, presaging day,— The morning star, pennants of rose and gold,— And lays a gold-flecked pathway for his feet, So in my life Thy purpose is presaged By gleams of glory on the far-off hills The other side of Jordan. When I stand On Pisgah's height I catch the golden glow— Jerusalem to be!

What though the way Lead down the mount and through the cleansing stream? And high-walled cities stand within my path? To Thee the victory is! The power Thine! All Canaan yields if Thou but go before! The waters part at my reluctant feet If I but follow where the Christ has led! Sin firm entrenched no terror has for me

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