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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 29, 1875

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 45, No. 18.

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COMFORT IN SORROW.

By Elmira O. Davis

The following thoughts were suggested by the death of our aged friend, father Norton, whose Christian sympathy and counsels are treasured among our most sacred memories; and whose loss has left a vacancy which can not be filled until we meet again upon the other shore.
A FATHER has left us, his spirit has fled; He is taking his rest with the lowly dead; His joys and sorrows alike are gone; We leave him to rest while we tarry to mourn.
Yes; we leave him there in his long repose, All free, yes, free from life's cares and woes. Naught now will disturb his peaceful rest, For angels watch o'er the graves of the blest.
We leave him in silence and darkness to sleep, No light can enter his chamber deep. We mourn, for the king of terror reigns; Our loved ones rest in his domains.
We well may mourn, for no light can come To the chamber of darkness, to scatter its gloom. From the chill, the silence, and damp of the grave, None of us can our loved ones save.
But we catch a glimpse of a brighter day, When the shades of death will have passed away; When a glorious morning will dawn again, And a Prince will come, on earth to reign.
Hark! a sound salutes the listening ear; 'Tis Gabriel's trumpet peals through the air; It breaks the stillness of the tomb; It scatters death with its shades of gloom.
Children of Zion! awake and sing, Rejoice! rejoice! let earth's caverns ring. For the King of glory comes to reign; He comes, and the tyrant, death, is slain.
'Tis not a dream, nor a poet's song, But a vision of prophecy, ye've heard it long. The word of our God by his Spirit spoken, 'Tis the word of our God which can ne'er be broken,
That his loved who sleep shall wake ere long To the conqueror's palm and the victor's song. This is his pledge of promise given, That Jesus died, and rose to Heaven.
He comes! these words of triumph ring, O death, O death, where is thy sting; Where is thy victory, O grave? We conquer through Him, the mighty to save.
A blood-washed company come forth, From east and west, from south and north. Angels obey the Saviour's word, “Gather my chosen to their reward.”
There's a banquet spread 'neath the crystal dome; The marriage of the Lamb has come. The bride in her beauteous robes is drest, Her jewels are their righteousness
Earth's weary ones no longer roam; Their rest has come; they are gathered home. By the river of life, immortal and fair, They will evermore dwell—may we meet them there.
Elmira O. Davis.
Battle Creek, Mich.