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THE TRIUMPHANT KING

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA · Jan 9, 1907

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 33, No. 2.

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THE TRIUMPHANT KING.

By George E. Tack

THERE is a blessed message of comfort and hope in God's holy word for all who mourn to-day. To the child of God now grieving over the departure of one whose life was hid in Christ, and who now sleeps in Jesus, there is borne from the comforting Spirit of God these words: "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth" (Rev. 14: 13), and also the loving command, "That ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope" (1 Thess. 4: 13).
Death is a cruel foe, but he shall not reign forever.
Life is king; and as we listen, we hear again the sweet voice of the Son of God, even as it was heard in the far-off years of His earthly triumphs, standing with tear-stained face before the tomb of His sleeping friend, saying, "I am the resurrection and the life." Then, as we catch the sweet cadence of the love-tones, our souls rejoice in the assurance that death, even tho he may triumph awhile, shall one day flee before the face of eternal Life, when He shall call His own from their beds in the rock-lined earth and the sounding sea that now hold them in their strong embrace. And our confidence is in the resurrection of the strong Son of God, from whose radiant presence were hurled the demons and the evil men of the Kingdom of Hate, who had hoped to hold Him captive forever.
"I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me."
The way at times may seem dark, and our sorrow too great to bear, but let us not sorrow, even as others that have no hope. The eternal stars shine brightest when the night is most dark, and dawn is sure to follow the sable night. So when the darkness seems to press upon our souls with its greatest power, let us remember the promises and blessings of our Saviour, and our thoughts will then go softly thru the dark night of death to the rose-hued dawn beyond, when the Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in His wings; and lo, Death and the Grave, those twin tyrants over the tribes of men, shall yield their scepters to the triumphant eternal King of Life, and be banished from His presence forever more.
"Then ever song will glide along Without a touch of pain, Where all is good; there memory's flood Includes no minor strain."
Baltimore, Md. GEORGE E. TACK.