Imperishable | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 22, 1863

Imperishable.

The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need, The kindly word in grief's dark hour, That proves a friend indeed— The plea for mercy, softly breathed, When Justice threatens high, The sorrow of a contrite heart— These things shall never die.

The cruel and the bitter word, That wounded as it fell; The chilling want of sympathy We feel, but never tell; The hard repulse that chills the heart Whose hopes were bounding high; In an unfading record kept— These things shall never die.

Let nothing pass, for every hand Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love— Be firm, and just, and true. So shall a light that cannot fade, Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee— These things shall never die.

[All the Year Round.