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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 21, 1868

UPWARD.

By L. D. Santee

GONE is the spell that binds me downward; Here on the earth there is no rest. Upward my way shall be and onward; Up to the mansions of the blest.

Here storm and tempest round me gather; Dark is the night; my pathway lone. Guide and direct me, O my Father, Through the dark portals of the tomb.

Or should the Son descend in glory, Ere I am laid within the tomb, Brightly with joy I'll hail his coming, And bid farewell to sin and gloom.

Gladly I'll bid farewell to sorrow; Joy, for my pilgrimage is o'er, Brightly I'll hail the glorious morrow Where sin and sorrow are no more.

Welcome then woe and tribulation, If they but waft me nearer home. Soon I shall taste the glad salvation To be revealed when Christ shall come.

L. D. SANTEE.

Princeville, Ill.