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The Cloudless Skies of Heaven

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 9, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 56.

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The Cloudless Skies of Heaven

By L. D. SANTEE

L. D. SANTEE
“Son, go work today in my vineyard.” Matt. 21:28.
FOLD not your hands in idle rest, Slumber not till a brighter tomorrow. Earth is burdened with hearts oppressed, Hearts that break in their ceaseless sorrow. Labor and pray with a trust sublime, For unto each soul are duties given; And those who toil mid the shades of time, Shall rest ’neath the cloudless skies of heaven.
Weary not when the work is hard, Tears and toil are the lot of mortals; Christ shall give you a rich reward When he opens the pearly portals. Toil for the Master, and soon you’ll stand Mid the white-robed throng, with your sins forgiven; And long in that holy, happy land Shall you rest ’neath the cloudless skies of heaven.
Stand not idle so near the prize. Earth is full of sorrowful weeping. Duties await thee. Arise! arise! Waste not the precious hours in sleeping. Valiant, then, for the Master stand, While the sword of the Spirit cuts clean and even; And soon on the shores of the better land You will rest ’neath the cloudless skies of heaven.
Shadows shall fade in an endless day. Sighs give place to a happy voicing, Sorrow and sadness shall flee away, While the ransomed return with glad rejoicing, Man shall be changed to angelic birth; Death shall be banished, his fetters riven; And all of the pure, the meek of earth, Shall rest ’neath the cloudless skies of heaven.