South Branch Intelligencer

BIBLE TRUTH IMMORTAL.

That deathless page—that deathless page—
All human things shall pass away.
The world itself shall fail with age,
That deathless page shall ne'er decay:
There trembling faith and hope may cling,
'Mid the wild changes of the world,
Though death o'er all, its curse should fling,
And earth to ruin should be hurled.

Go, gather all that human thought
Hath cast upon the breath of fame,
All mind hath dreamed, or art hath wrought
To win the tribute of a name.
The hand which set yon stars on high,
Which guides through space each flaming ball.
Which graved his name upon the sky.
Hath written change upon them all.

Earth and its teeming multitudes.
Its every passion, hope, and fear,
Its transient loves, and fleeting feuds.
Shall quickly die and disappear.
The hero's and the monarch's crown,
The sage's lore, the poet's wreath,
Proud genius and its high renown.
Shall wither in the grasp of death.

But that pure page—that page divine,
By the Almighty finger traced,
Shall stand aloft a fadeless shrine,
When all of time shall be effaced.
And e'en in that last day of flame,
Of thrilling fear and wild amaze,
Still, still, secure, unchanged, the same,
This, this, shall brighten in the blaze.

Go, mortal, search that sacred page.
Seek there a hope that will not die;
A hope that shall survive all age,
Till swallowed up beyond the sky.
Go, draw from thence that priceless faith
In Him who lived and died to save,
Which shall light up the face of death,
And cast a halo o'er the grave.