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How Bright the Vision

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Feb 11, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 6.

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How Bright the Vision

By Amos E. Flint

By Amos E. Flint
Gathered from every land and clime, Of every tongue, and age, and time, Around the great white throne a band Of saints in spotless robes shall stand.
They came through tribulations great, And bore the cross, and shame, and hate; But now their tears are wiped away, And joys light up the ceaseless day.
They see their Master's smiling face, And glory in His fond embrace; They're tasting all the pleasures there, And breathe the pure Edenic air.
There pain or sickness can not come,— It is the saints' immortal home, Their days of exile now are o'er, And theirs the joys on Zion's shore.
How bright the vision of that throng Who sing the victors' glad, new song! How long will this glad hour delay Ere wheels of time shall bring that day?
O, what are all our trials here If we are worthy to appear With that enraptured, blood-washed host Beyond this gloomy, sin-swept coast!
How bright the home of God's elect! 'Tis more than longing hearts expect; Then be this our ambition here To win life's battle, tho severe.
In patience we will wait with song, Nor deem the closing hours too long; But joyfully, with one accord, Rely upon God's sacred Word. Granger, Washington.