Poetry

For the Times and Seasons.

Though outward trials throng your way, Lift up your hearts in praise to God-

Press on, press on, ye Saints of God! Let your rejoicings never cease:

Ere long, the resurrection day Though tribulation rage abroad,

Will spread its light and truth abroad. Christ says, "in me ye shall have peace."

Though outward ills await us here, What tho' our rights have been assal'd?

The time at longest, is not long;

Ere prince Messiah will appear

Surrounded by a glorious throng

What tho' by foes we've been despoiled? Though satan rage, 'tis all in vain,-

Jehovah's promise has not fail'd- The words the ancient prophets spoke

Jehovah's purpose is not foil'd. Sure, as the throne of God, remain,

Nor men nor devils can revoke.

His work is moving on apace, All glory to His sacred name,

And great events are rolling forth- Who calls his servants-sends them forth.

The kingdom of the latter days- To prove the nations-to proclaim

The "little stone," must fill the earth. Salvation's trumpet, thro' the earth.

ELIZA R. SNOW.