LINES ON THE ABOVE by A. M. A. C.

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 7, 1858

LINES ON THE ABOVE.

By A. M. A. C.

Ye mourn, dear parents, that your boy Is torn away from your embrace; That he who was your pride and joy, Can fill no more his wonted place.

That cherished form now in the tomb, Fast mouldering back to mother dust, Will in immortal beauty bloom, When the dark grave shall yield its trust.

Then let hope cheer you 'mid your grief, And fill your lonely hearts with joy. Death's dread dominion will be brief, Jesus will soon his power destroy.

Soon will his lovely voice be heard, Saying, "Awake! awake! arise! Ye saints, come forth to your reward, You've sought and won the glorious prize." A. M. A. C.