p. 7 | The Endless Life by Clara Edna Rosencrans

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 22, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 16.

The Endless Life

By Clara Edna Rosencrans

By Clara Edna Rosencrans

I sometimes think, when the way is rough, And the world seems full of strife, That I should not repine, since all is mine, In the power of an endless life. Tho my feet be worn, and the way be long, And the path with perils is rife, For the feet there's rest, for the heart a song, In the power of an endless life.

Chorus

His word, I know, is true—is true— And His “endless life” is mine. Have you felt it throb in your heart, sad soul? Come, take of His life divine.

It is sweet to know, tho we give Him all In our weakness and sorrow and pain, In the power of His wondrous endless life We may give, and give again. And the joy is this,—tho we feel the rod, And the briers wound sharp as a knife, We shall one day be like the Christ of God, In the power of an endless life.