p. 95 | THE DEAD IN THE LORD by R. F. C.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 14, 1876

THE DEAD IN THE LORD.

By R. F. C.

The dead in Christ are blest, no more they weep, Their sufferings, toils, and troubles all are past; No pain nor sickness breaks their quiet sleep, And crowns of glory they shall have at last.

The hosts of battle o'er their graves may tread, And booming cannon cause the earth to quake; Naught can disturb them in their lowly bed, Till Jesus' voice their slumber deep shall break.

Oh! what a joyful waking that shall be! What joy and rapture shall each bosom thrill, When they the beauteous King of Glory see, And rise with him to Zion's holy hill!

And we, the living, may the triumph share; If we are faithful till that hour shall come, We, too, with them shall meet him in the air, And find our mansions in the heavenly home.

The time of trouble and the day of wrath, When persecution's fires shall glow once more, Lie just before us, and athwart the path That leads to yonder safe and blissful shore.

But if our names are in the book of life, The Prince of Israel will interpose, Will quench the glowing flames of rage and strife, And bring earth's controversy to its close.

Then let us labor to secure the rest, And meekly meet the trials of the way; The overcomer will be truly blest, Reigning with Christ in never-ending day.

R. F. C.