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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Sep 17, 1903

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 80, No. 37.

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At Rest

By A. Carey

A. CAREY
BLEST sleeper, angel hands have smoothed The sorrows of thy careworn brow. Thine anguish hath the Spirit soothed, And all at rest, thou sleepest now.
“Asleep in Jesus,” safely there Thy rest shall e’er unbroken be, Till his sweet voice shall clothe thee fair In gorgeous immortality.
Weep not; for heaven hath called her “blest.” But this one thing make sure with thee, That in the morn when breaks her rest, Thou’lt join her in eternity.
When morning comes!—the night all past, And sin and death all gone,—O joy! What meetings then, ever to last! What ceaseless bliss, free from alloy!
To us who wait the trial comes, To her the victory is sure. Then set your faces, weeping ones, Toward Zion. To the end endure.