LINES by L. M. Ogden

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

LINES

By L. M. Ogden

The following lines were written on the death of our dear mother, who died Dec. 30, 1875, in the 69th year of her age.

Mother, dear mother, thou art gone, The grave is now thy bed; That form we all have loved so well Lies numbered with the dead.

Thy whit'ning locks too sadly told Of dissolution's hour; Thy bending form we knew must yield To death's relentless power.

We saw disease usurp the throne Where Strength and Vigor dwelt, And as we've watched his onward march, What sorrow have we felt!

Yet he has conquered, laid thee low; But short his reign must be, Jesus, the life of every saint, Will surely ransom thee.

Then wilt thou rise from thy cold bed, Clad in immortal bloom; And angels bright will welcome thee To Heaven, that blissful home.

Oh! may we meet thee once again Where death shall be no more, And shout the victory o'er the grave With thee on that bright shore.

L. M. OGDEN.