p. 1 | THE RESURRECTION by Sel.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 1, 1875

THE RESURRECTION.

By Sel.

Lo, a pale and countless throng, O'er whom ages sweep along, Silent lie in death's embrace, Pulseless heart, and meekened face; Blent with dust of rolling years, Know they neither hopes nor fears; Thunders' growl or oceans' roar, Ne'er disturb their slumbers more.

One by one earth's myriads glide On, to wither by their side, Till man's feet where e'er they tread Press the dust of loved ones dead; On them mailed warriors tramp, 'Round them earthquakes rock and stamp; Sleeping in their damp beds still Heed they not times good or ill.

But a voice shall soon be heard, Death's dark Potter's fields be stirred, And a golden trump shall ring! “Cower and tremble, terror's king!” Light and life shall flash and leap Into all thy caverns deep; Then thy pointless darts shall fail, Then the sullen tomb shall quail.

Christ shall come in car of state, Cherub legions round him wait, Flaming thunders round him roll, Earth shall quake from pole to pole; Trampling death beneath his feet, Calling loud in accents sweet, “Wake, ye dead! arise! come home!” Hark! they cry, We come! we come!

Then from grass-grown graveyards old, Coral caves, and mountains bold, Desert sands, and flowery plain, Dust shall leap and live again; Then from earth, and sea, and air, Forms shall spring resplendent fair, Then from flame, and stone, and sod, Saints shall rise to meet their God.

Far beyond death's vail shall stand All that risen, ransomed band, Martyr, Christian, priest, and seer, All who loved Messiah here; Gathered home from every clime, Every age throughout all time, Meet on Eden's blissful shore, Meet in glory evermore.

—Sel.