RESIGNATION | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 3, 1860

RESIGNATION.

If of the world right views we cherish, And of its shortening night, We shall not mourn our lamps that perish, Ready for morning light.

We shall not weep o'er dried-up fountains, Along our course of strife; A few more steps across the mountains There flows the river of life.

The ore shrinks not the fiery burning, Nor mourns its earthly mine, The dross to its own place returning— The gold for use divine.

Each stroke that breaks our darkened mansion, Lets in some holy ray; When all is broken, "God's expansion" Floods us with heavenly day.

Then think not strange the fiery trial, As though our lot were strange; Some drops must fall from out wrath's vial O'er all sin's guilty range.

Oh! when each cherished drop doth leave us, Which, by supporting, harms, How blessed then to feel beneath us The everlasting arms.

We very soon shall cease from weeping Our earthly couch with tears: What bliss to think of never weeping, Through the eternal years!