THE LIVING VOICE by Emma Herrick Weed

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Aug 14, 1901

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 27, No. 33.

THE LIVING VOICE.

By Emma Herrick Weed

It seemed like the gardener’s footstep— His dress like the gardener’s dress; For her eyes were filled with weeping, And her heart with heaviness. But O! at that sweet word “Mary!” Doth the soul within her rejoice; It may be the gardener’s semblance— But the voice—it is Jesus’ voice.

Forgotten the nights of vigil, Forgotten the dawns of tears; Her Lord is standing beside her, His greeting in her ears! Could mine be a bygone rapture, The moment—the place—my choice, I would be the maid in the garden, When she knows it is Jesus’ voice!

—Emma Herrick Weed.