Music by Susan Elmer

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 15, 1866

Music.

By Susan Elmer

THERE'S music in the raging wind, That sweeps the mountain high, And music in the lowly vale, Where gentle zephyrs sigh.

There's music in the gentle stream, That winds along the vale, And music on the boisterous deep, Where daring seamen sail.

There's music in the cataract, Where the white surges dash, And music in the thunder's voice, Where forked lightnings flash.

There's music in the song of birds, When wintry months are past, They seem to say, We're happy now, For spring has come at last.

There's music even in the pond, Music in falling rain, When vegetation springs to life, That long has dormant lain.

There's music, too, in gentle words, What strength they can impart, How oft have words of sympathy, Consoled the mourner's heart.

There's music in the prattler's voice, Music in fervent prayer, And in the wanderer's songs of praise, There's music everywhere.

There's music in the realms of light, Amid the radiant throng, That music flows from seraphs' harps, And from the victor's song. Susan Elmer. Ashfield, Mass.