What found I in the year that’s past
To make my heart forget
That this, perhaps, may be my last?
Although in childhood yet.
For little ones, still less than I.
Their short-lived course have run.
Who never, never thought to die.
When first the year begun.
Their faces rosy, just like mine.
Their voices glad and gay;
They did not show a single sign
Of fading thus away.
But I am left while they are gone:
O! shall we meet again,
And on the resurrection morn
Eternal joys obtain?
We shall, if in the Lamb of God—
In Jesus we are seen;
We shall, if washed in Jesus blood.
Which makes the vilest clean.
“Then we which are alive and remain. shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.” 1 Thess. 4:47.
ML 03/29/1925