SOMEBODY by Mary Martin

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 21, 1874

SOMEBODY

By Mary Martin

Somebody'll stand in the darkest hour Free from sin and from Satan's power. When the Prince of glory to earth shall come Somebody'll have their work well done. Though the vision tarry, they patiently wait And day and night breathe forth the cry, “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done”— Somebody—will it be you and I?

God's Spirit will send the plain truth home, Somebody'll thank him that it has come. The fearful shaking time will prove What hearts have purest, deepest love. Somebody'll leave, mid the gathering gloom, A right hand here, and there an eye, And press to the light, though left alone— Somebody—will it be you and I?

When the last day comes with trumpet sound, Somebody'll be on enchanted ground; With light for darkness, and darkness light, Calling right wrong, and wrong the right. It will be too late to correct mistakes, For rocks and mountains they'll vainly cry, While the storm bursts over the shelterless heads Of somebody—will it be you and I?

From east to west, from south to north, From sea and land, the dead come forth; Gone from the brow all traces of care, Somebody'll meet their loved ones there. Life's tortuous path will be straight again, Its brief, sad dream will have all passed by, Heaven's bank of exchange give bliss for pain To somebody—will it be you and I?

They will wash their robes and be free from sin, And through pearly gates will enter in; By life's fair river and streets of gold, Their Saviour's face will at last behold. On their heads, he'll place a starry crown, As one by one they pass him by, With Heaven-tuned harps clasped in the hands Of somebody—will it be you and I?

MARY MARTIN.

New Hampshire.