An Old Hymn | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 4, 1868

An Old Hymn.

A few more days of pain and woe, A few more suffering scenes below, And then to Jesus we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow, And then we'll give him glory.

That awful trumpet soon will sound, And shake the vast creation round, And call the nations underground, And all the saints shall then be crowned, And give to Jesus glory.

Ten thousand thunders then will roll, And round the globe from pole to pole. How dreadful to the guilty soul, But nothing shall the saints control, They'll give to Jesus glory.

Come, parents, children, bond and free, Come, will you go to Heaven with me, That glorious land of rest to see, And shout with me eternally, And give to Jesus glory?

Then shall we weep and part no more When we have met on Canaan's shore; For Zion's warfare now is o'er; Such shouts were never heard before, And there we'll give him glory.

There tears shall all be wiped away, And Christians never go astray, When we are freed from cumbrous clay, We'll praise the Lord in endless day, And give to Jesus glory.

On Zion's brilliant mount we'll stand, And view that holy, heavenly land; With palms of victory in our hand, We'll shout with Heaven's triumphant band, And give to Jesus glory.

There all the saints shall join in one, And sing with Moses round the throne: Their troubles are forever gone, They'll shine with God's eternal Son, And there we'll give him glory.

The rose and lily there shall stand, In holy bloom at God's right hand. Oh! how I long for Canaan's land, And there to join the shouting band, And give to Jesus glory.