THE DEAD IN THE LORD

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 5, 1857

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 9, No. 14.

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THE DEAD IN THE LORD.

BLESSED are they henceforth that die Reclining on the Saviour's breast; They rest from every care and sigh, From all their labors they have rest.
No more they meet with cruel foes, No more with anxious care oppressed; They warred the conflict till life's close, Their toil is o'er—they sweetly rest.
The living saints have yet to meet And brave the Dragon's utmost ire— The grave will be a blest retreat While earth is whelmed in troubles dire.
Thy righteous will be done, O God! To meet the foe and overcome; Or lay me down beneath the sod, Sleep a short sleep, and then go home! R. F. C.