A Little Way From This by MRS. MARY VALLIANT-NOWLIN

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Aug 26, 1915

A Little Way From This

By MRS. MARY VALLIANT-NOWLIN

MRS. MARY VALLIANT-NOWLIN

A LITTLE way from this, and it will all be ended, The sorrow, the crying, and the pain; A little way from this, the broken hearts be mended, And we shall find the smiles we lost, again.

A little way from this, some fair and golden morning, Shall we behold the snow-white cloud arise That will have, for its most beauteous adorning, All, all the glory of the upper skies.

Behold, with clouds He cometh, and every eye shall see him; None from the glorious view will be shut out. Some will cry, “O rock, O mountain, fall on me!” And some will greet their Master with a shout.

A little way from this, O weary, sad hearts weeping For loved and lost that you have buried, deep, The trump will sound, and dear ones sweetly sleeping Shall wake forever from their dreamless sleep.

A little way from this, the harp strings mutely waiting For fingers, O, so tired and worn with pain! Will vibrate with a song past human power relating, And heaven will thrill with one har- monious strain.

A little way from this, the pearly gates wide swinging And everlasting doors uplifted high, The “nations who have kept the truth” will welcome, singing The glory of their King as they pass by.

Day, O long expected, hope of all the ages, The hope that lights the tomb and dries the tear! O day of glad fruition, foretold in sacred pages, A little way from this and thou art here!

A little way from this—but now to know the meaning, But now to know the cleansing and the power, And for our strength each day on Jesus to be leaning. O, sweet will be the coming of that hour!

And glad will be the meeting with earthly loves long parted, We’ve ever missed them from the ac- customed place,— To clasp the vanished hand that left us broken-hearted; But gladder far to see Him face to face.