" I am the resurrection!"
The grave its charge may keep,
And our loved ones crumble into dust,
While in the dust they sleep.
We count them still living,
As living unto God;
Our hearts have no misgiving,
Ever resting on that word:-
" I am the resurrection!"
Sad is our heart and home,
Most desolate the broken band,
Where the stroke of death has come.
Still are our lost ones living,
They are living unto God;
Waiting with us His bidding.
To arise, and meet the Lord.
Oh Thou', " The Resurrection,"
When, when will Thou appear,
To turn to joy our sorrow,
And stay the falling tear?
In this earth, where, death is sweeping
Its myriads to the tomb,
Into this scene of weeping,
O Lord, when wilt Thou come?
E. D.
In the life of Christ, I see God drawing nigh to man's, and in His death, man brought nigh to God.