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In the Dawning

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 23, 1909

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 86, No. 38.

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In the Dawning

By Inita S. Chilson

INITA S. CHILSON
In the dawning, O my Saviour! I shall see thee face to face,— Thou in thy transcendent beauty,— And behold thy matchless grace, When with host angelic winging Earthward their majestic flight, Thou descendest, mid the singing Of heaven’s choir of angels bright.
In the dawning, O my Saviour! First of all thy face I’ll greet, Clasp in mine thy hands once bruisèd, Kneel and kiss the nail-pierced feet. Haste the dawning, O my Saviour! We have waited for thee long, Haste the time when thy redeemed shall Sing the great redemption song.
Haste the dawning, O my Saviour! Speed thy coming, O my King! When throughout the endless ages Thy dear praises we shall sing; When through golden fields of Eden, With our loved ones we shall roam; No more weeping, no more parting; But forever “home, sweet home.”
Day is dawning, O my Saviour! Light is breaking through the gloom, Soon the coming of the morning That shall open wide the tomb; Soon the sound of thy dear footsteps Through the heaven-illumined sky; Soon — ah, soon — the glad ascension To our glorious home on high!