LIFE'S SUSET

BY J. M. HUMPHREY
I'm summoned home. Farewell, vain world,
With all thy toil and tears!
My task is done, my race Is run,
I'm freed from all thy fears.
Across the isthmus of my life
Streams light from yonder shore:
'Tis daybreak of Eternity,
And tells me all is o'er.
'Tis true it's but the noon of life,
And all invites my stay;
But Jesus calls, and work is done ;
Why should I yet delay?
Thy iron hand has pressed me hard
Since life's unclouded morn;
And all along my winding path
Set here and there a thorn.
My shining face thou oft didst bathe
In sorrow's midnight dew;
And issued with each passing day
Temptations not a few.
I blame thee not ; 'twas all for good ;
My Father deigned it so;
"Through tribulation," Jesus' blood
Has washed me white as snow.
I've "overcome" and won the prize.
Through grace, which Jesus gave;
And now a victor stand complete
O'er Death, and Hell, and Grave.
O, let not friends and loved ones sigh,
For we shall meet again,
When Jesus comes to claim His own
With all His heav'nly train.
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