DEATH’S DOINGS by J. E. G.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 28, 1875

DEATH’S DOINGS.

By J. E. G.

Death treads all abroad in the land; He strikes both the low and the high; His victims are falling on every hand; He passes no favored ones by.

In the storm and the tempest he rides, On the shining and peaceful hour, In the earthquake’s shock, and the ocean’s tide, In the battle’s terrible roar.

He comes in the silent night, He comes at the morn’s first ray, He comes in the noonday’s glaring light, And he comes at the close of day.

He comes when the festive throng Is merry with pleasure and mirth; And he lays alike the weak and strong, Back to their moldering earth.

Oft he heralds his coming with pain Through many long, wearisome hours; We break his chill stroke again and again, But yield us at last to his power.

Death holds high carnival now, Throughout every nation and land; All alike to his merciless scepter bow, All times are at his command.

We fall like the “flower of the grass,” Melt away like the “dew in the sun;” Our years may be scores, but they quickly pass; Our life-work is speedily done.

But there cometh a time when Death’s reign Will be finished, his gleaning be done. We shall know no more sorrow, sin, sickness or pain When Christ our life-giver shall come.

Hebron, Wis.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　J. E. G.