Beyond the Power of Sin.
By E. W. Darling
BEYOND the power of sin—oh joyful thought,
Should ever we, poor pilgrims reach that place
Prepared by Jesus, by his sufferings bought,
Where we shall see unvailed his smiling face. Beyond the power of sin,—no guilty fear,
Nor deep remorse, nor writhings of despair,
No blighted youth to press an early bier,
Nor mortal bowed with weight of worldly care. Beyond the power of sin—the gloom all gone
That broods so darkly o’er our ruined race,
A world restored, the ruin shall atone,
And hallowed luster beam from every face. Beyond the power of sin—so mighty now,
And we so prone to taste the poison cup—
Relenting, we the paths of vice pursue,
Hating our faults, but slow to give them up. Beyond the power of sin—we still have hope
That Christ will purify his people here,
And then in clouds of glory take them up
To full salvation in a nobler sphere.