Life by Maggie A. Pulver

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 8, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 14.

Life

By Maggie A. Pulver

"In the midst of life we are in death." How fleeting is this mortal breath! And those who smile and weep to-day, To-morrow may be laid away Within death's silent walls to rest, Where foes or fears can not molest.

Tho tide may roll and tempest rave, There is no knowledge in the grave, And time unmeasured flies away Till dawns the resurrection day, When the great trump of God shall sound, And wake the dwellers in the ground. Then shall the righteous live again, And with their King forever reign.

Then teach us, Lord, to know Thy will, That we Thy purpose may fulfil, And wear, in that grand, glorious day, A crown that fadeth not away, And robe of immortality Purchased for us on Calvary, And with the host triumphant sing, "O grave, O death, where is thy sting?"

How sweet 'twill be to meet once more Upon that sinless, painless shore! O blessed hope! O matchless grace! The glory of my Saviour's face Will then suffice for every tear And all the woes we've suffered here. Stoddard, Wisconsin.