E. H. Hamilton

Afraid? Of what? To feel the spirit’s glad release? To pass from pain to perfect peace, the strife and strain of life to cease? Afraid of what? — Afraid? Of what? Afraid to see the Saviour’s face, to hear His welcome, and to trace the Glory – Gleam from wounds of Grace? Afraid of that?? Afraid? Of what? A flash – a crash – a pierced heart; darkness – light – O Heaven’s art! A wound of His counterpart! Afraid of that? — Afraid? Of what? To enter Heaven’s Rest, and yet to serve the Master blest, from service good to service best? Afraid of that?? Afraid? Of what? To do by death what life could not — Baptize with death a stony plot, till souls shall blossom from that spot? Afraid of that??