  “Who would be cleansed from every sin, Must to God’s holy altar bring The whole of life—its joys, its tears, Its hopes, its loves, its powers, its years, The will, and every cherished thing! “Must make this sweeping sacrifice— Choose God, and dare reproach and shame, And boldly stand in storm or flame For Him who paid redemption’s price; Then trust (not struggle to believe), And trusting wait, nor doubt, but pray That in His own good time He’ll say, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; now receive.’ “His time is when the soul brings all, Is all upon His altar lain; When pride and self-conceit are slain, And crucified with Christ, we fall Helpless upon His word, and lie; When, faithful to His word, we feel The cleansing touch, the Spirit’s seal, And know that He does sanctify.” A. T. Allis. |
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