“YOUR LIFE IS HID WITH CHRIST.”
By M. Boden
“Your life is hid with Christ in God,” oh, blessed happy thought,
What comfort to the aching heart hath such assurance brought!
Your life is hid with Christ in God, and only he can give
Back to the silent clay its breath, and bid it rise and live.
O ye who mourn for loved ones, and over still forms weep,
The Lord hath power to waken them from out their dreamless sleep,
When Christ shall leave the Father’s house and take his earthly flight,
The brightness of his presence shall dispel the shades of night,
And every eye shall see him, and every heart shall fear
Save those who wait his coming—these shall gaze without a tear.
With joyous hearts and happy they shall hear him say, “Well done,
Ye blessed of my Father, now your earthly race is run.”
And, oh, marvel of the ages! the graves shall opened be,
The people of the Lord come forth, from Death’s dominion free;
Come forth to life immortal, while these be the words they sing,
“O Grave, where is thy victory; O Death, where is thy sting?”
And land and sea, and death and hell shall render up the trust
Committed to their keeping. O ye that dwell in dust,
Awake and sing; for God hath cast away thine enemy,
The King of Israel, e’en the Lord, is in the midst of thee;
And through the endless ages no tears shall dim thine eyes,
Ne’er shall thy feelings vent themselves in groans and heavy sighs.
Ye shall run and not grow weary, ye shall walk and shall not faint,
For everything of good is yours that human heart can paint.
Ay, more; for eye hath never seen, nor sinful heart conceived
The things that God has treasured up for those who have believed;
And finite minds can never think of half the beauties blest,
That shall delight the saints of God when entered into rest.