THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE by Marcia S. Avery

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Jul 21, 1853

THE CHRISTIAN'S HOPE.

By Marcia S. Avery

BY MARCIA S. AVERY.

HAIL glorious day! ere long to dawn And set death's captives free; Triumphant then will they come forth, With shouts of victory. And when my Saviour shall appear, If in the grave I lie, The last loud trumpet I shall hear And live, no more to die.

It is enough, although I close, In death, my weary eyes, In that bright morn, my Lord to see, And meet him in the skies. 'Tis then, and not at death, he'll give To me the unfading crown, And not till then, I expect to live Immortal with the Son.

'Tis not in death, I hope to share The presence of my King, Or while in death, receive the crown Or with the blood-washed sing; But in the Resurrection morn I shall his face behold— 'Tis then my Lord to me will give The starry crown of gold.

The righteous dead, shall then awake, And break the chains of death. Their dark abodes with joy forsake, Receive immortal breath. Glory to God, hosannah sing To Christ, our living Head— He died and rose that he might bring His children from the dead.

Tho' long they've slumbered in the dust, The day at last has come, When Jesus bids his faithful burst The bondage of the tomb. And now in Life, with him we'll reign Walk with the saints in white, Forever freed from mortal pain, We'll range the fields of light.

The living saints, that patient wait, That do his just commands, Will enter then the pearly gate Made not by human hands. "Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard" The joys they will behold, When in the New Jerusalem, They strike their harps of gold.

Locke, Mich., July 4th, 1853.