Poem February 2, 1935 Issue

The Guest

MAUDE DE VERSE NEWTON

Did you hear His voice, O pilgrim,
When the night was dark and long;
Did you hear Him calling softly,
Sweeter than the sweetest song?

In His house are many mansions:
One there is for you and me,
With its blessing rich, eternal,
Ever ours divinely free.

Here is life in more abundance,
Here is love and never hate,
Here are peace and hope unfailing
For the guest within His gate.

Make your raiment spotless, pilgrim,
Purge your heart of every ill;
Naught but holiness can enter
In this haven safe and still.

Joyous is the welcome waiting
For the grateful guests that come,
Theirs to share the wondrous fullness
Of their God's enduring sum.

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