The Christian Hope by B. GRAHAM

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 24, 1916

The Christian Hope

By B. GRAHAM

B. GRAHAM

“It is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” I Cor. 2:9.

The glories of the Promised Land, By holy prophets long foretold, Draw near to cheer the pilgrim band, And heavenly pleasures to unfold.

The weary earth in anguish moans, Oppressed with sorrow, grief, and pain; The whole creation, waiting, groans For freedom from satanic reign.

Then, saints, lift up your voices high, Foretell a new creation’s birth (For your redemption draweth nigh), And herald it through all the earth.

No human tongue the praise can tell, Nor earthly pen the joy describe, Where saints in bliss triumphant dwell And everlasting joys abide.

The dwellers there no troubles know To blight the joys of endless day, All free from sorrow, sin, and woe, And tears forever wiped away.

Then morning stars shall sing again, And all the sons of God rejoice, While men redeemed exclaim, Amen, Rejoicing with exultant voice.

The long-lost friends again shall meet, No more through Satan’s wiles to fall; They’ll cast their crowns at Jesus’ feet, Who won salvation for us all.

Soon shall we praise our coming King, From every fear of sorrow free, And join the song that angels sing, In glorious immortality.

O, bless the Lord, whose boundless love Delivers from sin’s darkest stain; That endless love the saints shall prove When Eden blooms on earth again.

The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorned with pearl and mansions fair; Once homeless ones now gain a home, And dwell with Christ forever there.

Takoma Park, D. C.