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Rays of Light

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 11, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 2.

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Rays of Light

By George E. Tack

GEORGE E. TACK
Out of the world-night, bitter, drear, Shineth a star, Flashing its ruddy beams of cheer, Anear and far.
Down through corridors vasty, cold, Where each planet sings, A ray of love from the throne of old, Its glad course wings.
Before me gleams the starry vast, House of the Lord; The many mansions that at last Shall peace afford.
There, where the seraphs lowly bend Before the throne, And sweet their holy anthems blend, Love's praise to own,
There shall my eager eyes behold The walls that gleam, The glorious highway paved with gold, And crystal stream.
Never again to tread alone Streets of despair; Never to go in fear, or moan, Or sorrow bear.
Never a farewell tear to know, Or parting sigh, But joy supreme, unknown below, Yet pledged on high.
But dearest to my soul shall be The wondrous sight, The Martyr-King who died for me, Reigning in light.
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