A Holy Dream by F. Frederick Bliss

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Feb 12, 1914

A Holy Dream

By F. Frederick Bliss

F. FREDERICK BLISS

I dreamed that before an assembly Of thousands that never had heard Of the imminent coming of Jesus, As taught in his glorious Word, I spoke; and the tears of my gladness Flowed freely and mingled with theirs, As hope mounted high at the prospect That only a few fleeting years And he, with a touch re-creative, Would right the dark wrongs of a world That back in the pitiless ages By Satan to darkness was hurled.

I dreamed that an angel of glory, Unseen by the weeping ones, poured The oil of omnipotence freely On flames that leaped up from the Word; That swift waves of light all supernal Rose ever in waftings afar, And shone on the brows of the eager, As shineth the mightiest star, Illuminating all the glad story The three angels' messages tell— Then turn to a rapturous anthem And, swelling, swell ever—and swell!

Ah, dream, hast thou portent prophetic Of times that but hasten apace, When servants of God, thus assisted By angel, by flame, and by grace, Shall speak to the weeping ones eager, While waftings of light from the Star Pierce ever the darkness of ages And drive it to regions afar? Be it so! Change thy mist-robes and drapings To gladder substantials of fact; And lifeless reposes of dreamland To vigorous promptings of act!