WAITING | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 5, 1868

WAITING.

Long in this wild, wild country, Where rue and nightshade grow, Where waters black and bitter All fairest meads o'erflow;

Where, from the heart, all broken, Floats forth a wailing cry; And days are dark and dreary, And years drift sadly by;

Where skies are gray and stormy, And mountains bleak and cold, Look down on wintry ocean, On barren heath and wild:—

Long in this sinful country, I've wandered, poor and lone; To every illness subject, To every weakness prone.

Now, standing on the headlands, I greet the coming dawn; Mine eyes drink in the glory Of the approaching morn.

I see my dear, loved Saviour, Clad in the purest white, And sky, and earth, and headlands, Are bathed in golden light.

Oh! blessed, blessed country! No pain, no bitter tears; No fainting 'neath the burden, No doubts—no cruel fears.

Oh! bright, unchanging glory! Oh! radiant array! Oh! sweet and dream-like music! Oh! cloudless, endless day!