CHRIST THE SONG by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, Cal. · Dec 6, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 49.

CHRIST THE SONG.

By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON.

HARK! a mother by the cradle Sings a soft, sweet lullaby; Sings of Jesus and His childhood, And the angels hovering nigh; Sings, while praying, that her darling May like Jesus live below, May like Him be kind and gentle And the seeds of wisdom sow.

List! a soldier out in battle, Dying there in awful pain, Sings the words he heard in childhood, Sings that same, soft, sweet refrain; And the angels gather round him As they did in days of yore, And he knows his pain is nothing To the pain his Saviour bore.

Hark! 'tis grandpa now that's singing, Singing hymns of long ago, Down his cheeks the tears are rolling, And his voice is trembling, low; But he's singing of his Saviour With a happy, joyful heart, And he sits in calm contentment Ready, waiting to depart.

List! the trees and birds are singing, And the stars take up the strain, And the hills send back the echo, Christ will come to earth again; Christ the noblest song of singers Soon will give the perfect key, And the sin which makes the discords Evermore will cease to be.