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THE GOSPEL DAY

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 9, 1858

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 13, No. 3.

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THE GOSPEL DAY.

By Edwin C. Stiles

These all died in faith, not having received the promises. Heb. xi, 13
How quickly speed the years away, The moments, how they fly; The fleeting hours that make the day, Are swiftly passing by. Six thousand years are almost past, In all their changing way, And like a knell breaks forth at last, The close of gospel day.
O what a varied tale, untold, Of human hopes and fears, Lies buried in the aged fold Of those six thousand years. Yet louder than the mournful spell, Revealed in past decay, Breaks on our ears that solemn knell, The close of gospel day!
Along the rugged road of time, In all those wasted years; The saints of God in many a clime, Have strewed this earth with tears; And while we tread the soil, and dwell Above their mouldering clay, They're only waiting for the knell— The close of gospel day!
Asunder sawn and slain by sword, And mocked, and scourged by men; They fought the battles of their Lord In mountain, cave and den, And crowns for which they bled and fell, For them are laid away; They'll wear them just beyond the knell, The close of gospel day.
And now unto the word of God, The faithful Remnant cling, They follow Christ, the Lord of lords, The conquering King of kings; Then all ye saints whose numbers swell This bright and bold array; In voice of thunder sound the knell, The close of gospel day.
EDWIN C. STILES.
Portland, Me.