The Open Door

ELIZABETH HAYWARD GARDNER

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

If I am armor-clad in purity;
And hidden sin my failures will reveal
Till Thy consuming fire burns me clean—
Then cometh my inheritance.

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