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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 28, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 4.

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The Rest Beyond

By Mary V. Nowlin

MARY V. NOWLIN
Beneath the shades of Elim I am resting, And drinking of its many waters sweet; Not thinking of the burning dread tomorrows, Nor of the desert sands that wait my feet.
What though the desert stretches far before me, As pathless as the ocean, and as wide! I rise to follow on where'er He leadeth, O'er trackless waste or on the silver tide.
What though to Rephidim I come all thirsty, And find no water in that barren land? My parched tongue shall only ever praise him, While I recline or march at his command.
When Rephidim and Elim and the desert Shall all be past, with all my wanderings, And Jordan's dark and turbid waters holden, I'll cross and drink from Canaan's crystal springs.
There will I rest my feet, and quench my thirsting, And sing the praise that all my being fills, That always I shall be with my Beloved, When I have reached “the everlasting hills.”
With this hope set before, what matters Marah, Or Rephidim, or burning desert sand, Or a brief journey through a land of sorrow, That brings us over to the promised land?
Takoma Park, D. C.