I MET JESUS FACE TO FACE
I had walked life's road, with an easy tread,
I had followed where comfort and pleasures led,
Until one day, in a quiet place,
I met Jesus--face to face.
 
With station and rank and wealth for my goal,
Much thought for body, but none for soul,
I had entered to win in life's mad race,
When I met Jesus--face to face.
 
I met Him and knew Him and blushed to see,
That His eyes full of sorrow were fixed on me,
And I faltered and fell at His feet that day,
While my castles melted and faded away.
 
Melted and vanished, and in their place,
Naught else did I see, but Jesus' face,
And I cried aloud, "Oh, make me meek,
To follow the steps of Thy wounded feet."
 
My thoughts are now of the souls of men,
I have lost my life to find it again,
Ever since that day, in a quiet place,
I met Jesus--face to face.
 

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