The Millennium by L. D. Santee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 21, 1906

The Millennium

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE

“And they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.” Rev. 20:4.

There are fadeless flowers in the Eden bowers, In that far-off home of the soul, And the joys of the blest can not be expressed While the years of God shall roll; The ransomed shall stand in the summer land, And rejoice in their sins forgiven; They shall bask in the light that is shining bright, For a “thousand years” in heaven.

In the breath, the balm, of a shadowless calm, Shall the pilgrims enter their rest, And beauty untold, and streets of gold, Are the portion of the blest; The pure in heart, who have borne their part, And long against sin have striven, With Christ shall rise above the skies, For a “thousand years” in heaven.

I long more and more for the shining shore, Where the loved and lost I shall meet; I shall clasp the hand, I shall see them stand, In that kingdom pure and sweet; The empty home, and the churchyard lone, The chords that on earth are riven, Are golden clasps that bind me fast To the “thousand years” in heaven.

Dixon, Ill.