“And Enoch walked with God”—how blest was he,
Translated, so that death he should not see!
And soon a multitude shall thus arise,
Changed and caught up in glory to the skies,
With millions ransomed from the cold, dark tomb,
Who wake with joy to see their Saviour come.
“He died”—the longest life was closed at last;
Nine hundred years and sixty-nine were past!
Methuselah, as many a one beside,
Had run his earthly race, and then “he died.”
Yes, “once to die” is man’s appointed doom,
And, if unsaved, “the judgment,” sure to come.
The young, the old, are carried to the grave,
Nor human power nor skill from death can save;
But look to Jesus, and your soul shall live;
He died that life eternal He might give:
Then if alive or summoned from the tomb,
What joy ‘twill be to see your Saviour come!