I must be certain of the living way,
If I would lead the darkened sense
To glorious day.
I must prove life upon the path I tread
If I would wake from dream of sense
The hopeless dead.
I must be tender as I look above,
And clearly teach their breaking hearts
That God is Love.
I must be pure, and never lulled to sleep
By evil's lure, if I would guide
The wandering sheep.
I must be perfect, like Thy perfect self!
For those I fain would serve
I sanctify myself!
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
"FOR THEIR SAKES I SANCTIFY MYSELF"
From the March 1927 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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