I Will Give You Rest by L. D. SANTEE

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 14, 1910

“I Will Give You Rest”

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE

Soon will the mists from the valley be lifted, That hide from our vision the home of the soul; The clouds that o'ershadow the earth will be rifted, That shroud the green pastures where life's waters roll. Heaven's sweet flowers are beyond our dull vision, Unseen are the angels, and pathways of gold; But faith reaches up to the gardens Elysian, Where the ransomed shall walk with a rapture untold.

We wait, and we wander through shadow-lands dreary, But, sweet as a smile from the home of the blest, Will come a repose to the souls that are weary, And hearts, heavy burdened, beat calmly at rest, When Christ, with his banner of love streaming o'er us, Gives welcome and rest to the nations forgiven, While glory-girt mansions gleam grandly before us, Reflecting the light and the splendor of heaven.

O that great jasper wall in the azure uprearing, That city of God with its freedom from toil, That home of the soul,—how its beauties are nearing,— Where sin can not enter, nor sorrow despoil. There shadowless isles in the sunlight shall glisten, And flowers that are fadeless gleam warm on the sight; To angelic songs shall the raptured ear listen, While harps thrill the air with a speechless delight.

There friends that we love, clad in heavenly splendor, Shall walk in their joy where life's bright waters roll. With fond, clinging hands, and with sweet faces tender, They'll welcome us there in that home of the soul. Then all of our sighing, our earnest endeavor, Our conflicts with evil, our sorrow and tears, Will soon be forgot in the joyous forever, The wonderful life amid heaven's bright years.

Moline, Ill.