Untitled article by Julia E. Lloyd

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · May 12, 1881

FROM A SERMON.

By Julia E. Lloyd

BY JULIA E. LLOYD.

ONE thing of all the woes that might await me, I could not, could not bear. One thing that would be sent by powers that hate me, I must not, must not share.

I can bear weary pain and want and losses; For these will sometime end: Not long, not long the time of care and crosses, On earth we sadly spend.

I calmly speak, and know what I am saying; For grief my heart has torn, Sad, minor music on its strings oft playing, Yet I have firmly borne.

But Oh! to hear Christ's words of dread decision— "I know you not; depart!" Gone all the hopes of blessed life elysian, That oft had filled my heart!

Loved friends to meet in resurrection never! No harvest sheaves in sight! Gone glorious sun and moon and stars forever! Gone each blest ray of light!

I cannot bear that he who now is pleading In my behalf above, Shall leave his gracious work of interceding, No more to plead in love.

But I may share faith's blest and full fruition, A robe of righteousness; The Saviour's love and faithful recognition, When he his own shall bless.

East Oakland, Cal.