THE LAST GATHERING MESSAGE.
By Rebekah Smith
To say we want to overcome,
And hope to be forgiven,
Will not effect the work we need,
In fitting us for Heaven. For those who have not living faith
Implanted in the heart,
Will from the holy “little flock,”
Soon falter and depart. The church from all dead weights will rise,
The Achans be purged out;
And those who stand each trying test,
The victory soon will shout. The truly honest ones will come,
The last loud cry will heed,
Till there will be a company
Of Israelites indeed. What is the pure cementing truth
That binds us with a cord,
That takes us from all others? ’Tis
The Sabbath of the Lord. West Wilton, N. H. July 1, 1872.