THE RESURRECTION by A. T. Gorham

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 12, 1883

THE RESURRECTION

By A. T. Gorham

AWAKE and sing, ye prisoned hosts! Arise and shine, O fair immortals! The life-light pierces death's dark coasts, And hades opes her sunless portals. Spring from the dust with loud acclaim, And shout the glad triumphal story! Let ransomed tongues rehearse His fame, Who crowns Love's deathless years with glory.

Wave, wave your palms of vict'ry high! Shout! shout! the long, dark night is over! Let rapturous anthems fill the sky, And greet with song the Bridegroom Lover! He comes! His chariot rolls in flame, And jarring thunders lift their voices; Hide, scoffer, hide thy brow of shame, While every faithful heart rejoices.

Ten thousand, thousand seraphs bright In robes of beauty bow before Him, While all the pageantry of light And pomp of Heaven linger o'er Him. Swift lightnings leap athwart his path; Fierce tempests wave their murky banners; He comes in judgment—clouds of wrath— Go forth and meet Him with hosannas!

And thou, pale phantom—potent Death, With whom earth's sons have vainly striven, All hurtless now thy with'ring breath— Thy charnel-house to ruins riven! In grandeur swing, O gates of joy, Whose portals time shall close—ah, never! No sin shall mar, nor foe destroy, While glowing ages roll forever!

—A. T. Gorham.

Rutland, Vt.