p. 10 | In Memoriam

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Feb 22, 1906

In Memoriam

MRS. RUTH A. S. WILBUR

In the glad spring-time it is not in vain To scatter the seed with a lavish hand; Swift the months go by, and the golden grain With beauty fills a waiting land.

So lives have been sown in the world's great field, That, falling to earth like the grains of corn, Shall at last a bounteous harvest yield In the gathering time, the resurrection morn.

Yes, there are faithful hearts that have ceased to beat In India, Africa, and on China's plain; But the work goes on, there'll be no retreat, And they shall garner eternal gain.

And to us who remain comes the ringing call, “Close up the ranks! Let the work go on! Nor think of rest till we're gathered all On the sea of glass before the throne.”

Yes, close up the ranks, and with eager haste Reap the whitened fields that are waiting to-day; If we longer delay, there will be much waste. Send forth more reapers, O Lord, I pray.

And may the spirit that rested on those Who loved not their lives unto the death, Rest down on others that they may go And labor for souls till their latest breath.

Blessed hope that soon our Saviour will come And bring us the robe and the diadem! Now we lay our loved away in tears, But we'll meet in the New Jerusalem.

Arabia, Neb.