p. 10 | Rising With Christ by John E. Hurlbut

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 12, 1903

Rising With Christ

By John E. Hurlbut

Across my selfish, useless life, As clouds across a winter’s sky, There drifts the gloom of passion’s strife, As unto self and sin I die: Yet crucified with Christ I rise, To life enriched with love’s surprise.

For talents that I had not known, Like seed concealed in snow-clad earth, With spring to fruit and flowers grown, Come forth to new and wondrous birth: For crucified with Christ, I rise To life beneath love’s summer skies.

And places come where I can lift My struggling self and humankind, As sunshine through the storm-cloud’s rift Will always waiting flowers find: For crucified with Christ, I rise To see the world through Jesus’ eyes.

Thus one with God through Christ my Lord, My life a song of praise shall be, No jarring note, no broken chord, Can mar or end the melody: For crucified with Christ, I rise To life with him that never dies. — John E. Hurlbut.