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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · September 17, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 14

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ACROSS THE RIVER.

By ERVILLA BILLOWS

There are rivers that roll o’er the golden sand, Through the midst of this realm so fair, And the beautiful gardens of God are fanned, By the wonderful breezes, soft and bland, That sweeten the heavenly air.
There are beautiful fields on the further side, Where the host of the ransomed stand, There are mansions of beauty beyond the tide, And the light that beams o’er the waters wide, Is a light from the better land.
There’s a city whose gates are of pearly white, Whose glories forever shall stand, And there ne’er shall gather the shades of night, For the glory of God is the sun and the light, In the midst of this blissful land.
There are triumphal songs which the victors sing, There are crowns which the ransomed wear, And the vaults of the heavenly arches ring, And they gather in homage around their king, While their conqueror’s palms they bear.
How I long to be safe on that further shore, To join with the glorified throng, Mid the forms of those we have loved before, Who left us mourning in days of yore, Mid the band of the blood-washed throng.
We shall join in song which the angels sing, As they stand out on the heavenly plain, We shall play on a harp with a golden string, And the height of the heavenly vault shall ring, With the praise of a Saviour slain.
Selected for Review by ERVILLA BILLOWS. Clarence, Mich.