J. O. YOUNG
(Composed after hearing the Sabbath morning sermon, by Sister White.) GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.17
To Olive’s brow he went, and they
Who is disciples were;
And passing them a little way,
He bowed in fervent prayer. GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.18
Amazing words, with moment fraught,
From lips of God’s dear Son,
Who has to us salvation brought,
And who our hearts has won:— GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.19
“Father, let this cup from me pass—
This cup of bitter woe—
If it be possible.” Alas,
Thrice prayed, it might be so. GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.20
And then, once more his eye was cast
Upon a world in sin.
Helpless and hopeless, lost at last,
Should he their ransom win? GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.21
“Yea, yea, my Father,” then he said,
And, with submission rare,
“Thy will be done, not mine,” and made
Himself an offering there. GCB May 25, 1909, page 150.22