JOY IN SORROW by Mrs. G. W. Pierce

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 6, 1879

JOY IN SORROW.

By Mrs. G. W. Pierce

One by one our friends are falling In the still and silent grave, Dropping like the leaves in autumn— Is there no kind hand to save? Must they cross the silent river? Must they go whence none return? Must our drooping hearts forever Sadly here their absence mourn?

Must we never hear their footsteps We have known in days of yore? Must we list in vain their voices We are doomed to hear no more? Must our hearts be ever mourning For the faces hid from view? Must the tear-drops ever gather For the friends we've bid adieu?

Oh, yes; man was doomed to slumber In the cold and silent grave; But when Jesus comes in power, He'll redeem them, he will save. Then the long-closed tombs will open, And the sleeping dead arise; Then they'll rise on heavenly pinions To the mount of paradise.

Blessed thought our lone hearts cheering, As our friends pass to the tomb; Precious Saviour, keep us near thee Till the jubilee shall come; Then to realms of joy and gladness, Free from sin and grief and care, Then we'll never more know sorrow— Death will never enter there.

—Mrs. G. W. Pierce, in Northern Indianian.