p. 211 | THE LOST by E. D. Santee

Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · April 1, 1880

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 55, No. 14

THE LOST.

By E. D. Santee

BY E. D. SANTEE.

Lost? Aye, and lost forever; a soul has gone down to death, Leaving this life's troubled fever, with a gasp and a struggle for breath; Down to sleep in the darkness, resting alone in the gloom, Coffined, and shrouded, and quiet, with folded hands in the tomb.

Close in the grave's dark prison, closed are the eyes, and dark; One less ship on life's ocean, one more foundered bark; Offers of mercy were slighted, now they are gone for aye; For the chill and awful darkness has ended life's fleeting day.

Sometimes almost persuaded to look unto Christ and live; Sometimes the troubled spirit almost prayed God to forgive; But the lures of the tempter did blind him till he passed life's border across, Out from the light into darkness—God pity the soul that is lost;

Lost to all hope of Heaven, to love, and hope, and peace; Lost to the joys of the blessed, and the home where sorrows cease; Never a sadder being the grave's dark portals cross, Than the soul that goes into darkness under God's frown,—and lost.

Mercy, with drooping pinion, slowly turns away, Leaving the gloom and the darkness, taking the beautiful day; Leaving the gloom and the terror by which the soul must be tossed Deep in the darkness of error—God pity the soul that is lost!