Reunion Day by HENRY C. SCHLEEF

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 12, 1913

Reunion Day

By HENRY C. SCHLEEF

HENRY C. SCHLEEF

What a gladsome day it will be When from every mission band, From across the distant ocean, And from every clime and land, Comes the day of glad reunion, Strikes the hour when work is done, And with loud “Hosannas” ringing, Workers shout, “The victory’s won!”

From far India’s ancient rivers, From the land of dark Cathay, From the land of morning sunrise At the gateway of the day, Come the feet of them that published, On the mountains, in the plain,— Published peace, good will, and surcease From all sorrows, tears, and pain.

From the frozen north of Greenland, From the torrid Afric sun, From the busy marts of nations, From the desert’s lonely run, Come the missionaries homeward; From afar the reapers come, Bringing with them sheaves most precious, Which they gathered one by one.

When returning home to Zion, They shall be like them that dream; Hills and valleys be rejoicing, Trees to clap their hands shall seem; Everlasting peace shall cover, Never-ending joy shall claim, Them that are the ransomed treasure Of the Master’s glorious reign.

Ye glad winds that love to linger Round the calms of ocean’s deep, Speed ye, speed ye, bear the message! Rouse ye, rouse ye, from your sleep! Change to gales that stretch the canvas, Speed the good ship on its way; Let the lightning flash the message Of this grand reunion day.

On the eastern sky, now gleaming With a purple-crimson ray, Now you see the glowing promise Of this happy, joyous day Bursting into fullest glory To the zenith of its sway; Soon the faithful will bid welcome To this all-transcendent day.