THE UNDERTONE OF PAIN by Clara Edna Rosencrans

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 9, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 44.

THE UNDERTONE OF PAIN

By Clara Edna Rosencrans

By CLARA EDNA ROSENCRANS

Ah, the undertone of pain — how it throbs through earth's sweet music! How its pathos and its sorrow fill each measure rich and deep! Love and pain and prayer commingled, give the heart its richest treasure, And the heart is not like Jesus that has never learned to weep. Love is godlike that has suffered patiently, with strong endurance, And has felt, in all self-giving, cleansing of the soul from sin. Holy meekness comes with waiting God's own time, in calm assurance, As His voice in angel whispers speaks unto the soul within. Thus, as sorrow, pain, and anguish purify and cleanse and sweeten, We can look in holy trust to Him to make the work complete, Smiling when the pain is sorest, singing cheerily through the heartbreak, Till we lay it all in rapture at the loving Saviour's feet. Just a little more of sorrow, just a little while for weeping, And the deep, rich chords of heaven fill our hearts with deepest peace. Robes of purity and whiteness, starry, golden crowns, are given, And, most precious of all giving, love and home and pain's release. Then the Saviour's loving smile, and the dear ones reunited, And the blessedness and rapture earth's low dwellers never knew. Then to golden harps' soft music, all our hearts will join in singing That the sorrow all is over and God's promises are true.