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HE WAKENETH ME

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 10, 1901

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 78, No. 37.

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HE WAKENETH ME.

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE.
Night’s sable curtain wrapped the earth in gloom; The stars came out like twinkling gems of light, The whirling planets followed in their path The silvery chariot of the queen of night. My weary spirit with earth’s cares oppressed, I laid me down upon my couch to rest.
Then Sleep came down, and with her finger touched My heavy lids;—like magic, one by one, The cares of earth like frightened vampires fled, Sweet rest was mine until the night was done. And then the Father whispered in my ear: “Awake, my child, awake! the morn is here.”
E’en so, when life’s eventful day is past, Weary and worn, I lay me down to rest; When Death shall place her hand upon my brow And still the tumult in my throbbing breast, I’ll lay me down in peace, and quiet sleep, Nor fear the darkness nor the chilling gloom; For well I know He marks my place of rest, And He will wake me from the dusty tomb, And at His voice the heavens shall thrill and quake: “Awake, my child! the morn has come—Awake!”