A DAY’S RECORD | AdventAI

The Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · December 18, 1879

A DAY’S RECORD.

[The following lines, although somewhat old, may be read with profit by many who are on the road to the great city. J. R. CALKINS.]

The latest gleam of purple light Upon the hills has died away, And with the fading glow has gone The record of a day.

How often through this day has He Whose pen records good actions done, Borne tidings of some pious deed Up to the great white throne.

And in that other book just closed As daylight darkens into gloom, What countless sins are written down To wait the day of doom!

What misspent time, what idle words, What want of charity is there! How oft the heart has wandered while The lips breathed words of prayer!

The firm resolve so soon forgot, The broken vow recalled with shame, Just when we thought ourselves most strong, Temptation overcame.

How careless words have grieved the heart We would have died to shield from pain, How sins that easily beset Have triumphed once again.

Oh! who unfalteringly may read The fearful record of a day, Where no repenting tears have washed A single line away?

—Selected.