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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Apr 10, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 15.

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“Awake and Sing”

By H. I. Morse-Farnum

H. I. MORSE-FARNUM
From the omnipotent Ruler the summons eventually goes forth, “Awake and sing, ye that dwell in the dust.” Like all divine commands, that glad, long-looked-for, and long-listened-for behest is for eternal ages. No more awakening to pain, tears, or soul anguish!
Anxieties, forebodings, disappointments, sad partings, and loneliness are all over. An endless life of joy and gladness is begun; the scars which time and its mutations have imprinted are all effaced, and tear-drops never fall, for God himself shall wipe them all away. Christ, the God-man, has purchased for us the eternal bliss, and still is calling, “Come ye to the waters, . . . yea, come.”
Who in this precarious world is not athirst for something reliable, something permanent? Vainly it is sought where one who destroys the earth is still prince. That usurped dominion is to be wrenched away, and He whose right it is shall reign, even our elder Brother, the Prince of Peace.
The blessed Scriptures, letters from heaven bearing the imprint of divinity and humanity, make the mysteries all plain, opening vistas of light and glory beyond the tempests, toils, and trials of a brief sojourn on earth.
How many in this infidel age are scorning the only Anchor, just to drift hopelessly upon the fathomless ocean of doubt!
May not all who have tasted the “powers of the world to come” lift up their heads rejoicingly, even in the narrowest passes, because of ability to declare emphatically, “I know that my Redeemer liveth”? Can they not quaff of Marah water cheerfully when one who bought for them the future bliss drained its fullest cup?
When his children are alone, sinking amid life's surges, again he treads the billow with extended hand and gently chiding word, “Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith?”
When human help availeth not, when the final foe is faced, hear the precious whisper, “Fear thou not; for I am with thee.”
Peterboro, Ontario.