Nain by A. W. SPAULDING

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 18, 1908

Nain

By A. W. SPAULDING

A. W. SPAULDING

Rest the bier, comrades. Drop to the earth your burden: Hands that the King has touched are devoted to other deeds. He has raised gladness up from the leaden couch of sorrow: He has passed on his way to the finding of others’ needs, And he bids you follow him.

Time there was when he looked on your tears with pity, Fashioned his way to meet you as you sought the grave. Now,—hear his calm voice as he questions in gentle wonder, “Know ye not, friends, that I came? that my hand was stretched to save? Why are your eyes still dim?”

Glowing with love is the path that stretches toward Judah, The path that lies thick with stones, and scarred by the autumn rains. Feet there must be upheld by the spirit of that strong Master, Pressing on to the Bethanys, leaving behind the Nains: The cup has yet to brim.

Lazarus sleeps, but his sleep shall find an awakening; Cometh the day of the visitation on Olivet’s height. Lift up your heads, and voice not a bitter and weary sorrow; Behold, the captives shall burst through the gates of the hadean night, In the arms of the cherubim.

Bethel, Wis.