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To Bereaved Parents

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 23, 1864

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 23, No. 13.

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To Bereaved Parents.

By L. M. Gates

Blest are the early dead, Calm in their peaceful sleep, Unconscious is their quiet rest While we are left to weep. No more shall fell disease Those bodies rack with pain, Their aching heads are now at rest, Nor can they die again.
How much we miss them here Language cannot express, None but the parent thus bereft May know our loneliness. Faith looks beyond the tomb, Where all is bright and fair; No fevered pulse, no bleeding lungs, No sorrow's night is there.
Father, we humbly bow Submissive to thy will, While ev'ry fibre of our hearts Is freshly bleeding still: And what we know not now We shall hereafter know, For we believe it was thy hand That dealt the dreadful blow.
The resurrection morn Is swiftly drawing near, When Christ who is our Hope and Life Shall in the clouds appear; Our lov'd ones then shall rise With shouts of victory, Rejoicing in eternal life And immortality.
L. M. GATES.