ONE BY ONE by J. E. Green

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 9, 1876

ONE BY ONE.

By J. E. Green

One by one our friends are dropping In the cold and silent grave, Falling like the leaves of autumn, Is there no kind hand to save? Must they cross the silent river? Must they go whence none return? Must our aching hearts forever Sadly here their absence mourn?

Must we ever list for footsteps We have loved in days of yore? Must we list in vain for voices Of the loved we'll hear no more? Must our hearts be ever yearning For the forms hid from our view? Must the tear-drops ever gather For the friends we've bid adieu?

All must slumber, save the holy Who will see the Saviour come; Blessed Jesus, strong, yet lowly, He'll redeem and take them home. Then the long-closed graves shall open Then the slumbering dead shall rise, And they'll mount on heavenly pinions To the gates of paradise.

Oh! these thoughts are glad and cheering As our friends drop, one by one; May the Saviour keep us near him Till he comes to take us home To those realms of light and gladness, Free from grief, and pain, and care, Where we'll never more know sadness, Death will never enter there.

J. E. GREEN.