Reflections, by V. O. Edson

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 24, 1863

Reflections,

By V. O. Edson

ON VISITING THE GRAVE OF ELD. C. W. SPERRY.

HERE lies beneath this earthy mound, A faithful servant of the Lord, Waiting the last loud trumpet's sound; Then to receive a rich reward.

His trials o'er, his work is done; Thos aching lungs are now at rest. Each conflict past, each victory won, He sleeps in Jesus, O how blest!

Now from his lips no more we hear, In earnest tones the truth proclaimed; Nor words the sorrowing heart to cheer, For death hath him a victim claimed.

Ah! yes, that voice is hushed in death, Which oft God's counsel did declare. Blest of the Lord, the Spirit saith, In Jesus sweetly sleeping there.

We mourn his loss, yet not as those Who're left to sorrow without hope; But short will be his calm repose, For Christ, death's portals soon will ope.

Triumphant then he will arise, With shouts of victory he will sing, "Where, boasting Grave, is now thy prize? O cruel Death, where is thy sting?"

Immortal, clad in spotless white, A glittering crown his brow shall wear, With many a star 'twill sparkle bright; And conquering palms his hands shall bear.

Forever free from death and pain, Beyond the reach of anxious care; If faithful, soon we'll meet again In heaven, to dwell forever there. V. O. EDSON.

Hubbardsville, N. Y.