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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 14, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 37.

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L. D. SANTEE

By L. D. SANTEE

Heavenward

L. D. SANTEE

DAILY we're journeying on to the portals Of that beloved city where pearl are the gates, Where far, far away in the gold and the crimson Of morning eternal, the Saviour awaits; And we, here confined in earth's limited prison, Press onward in hope till the Day-star arise, Strong in our faith, for the Saviour has risen, And our journey of earth-life shall end in the skies.
The sun woos the flowers with his amorous kisses, The summer smiles sweet from the lap of the year, But tasteless and tame are the best of earth's blisses Compared to the heaven that now is so near, Where the feet of the loved ones shall cross o'er the portals, And the brows that are dear to us shine 'neath a crown, Where angelic eyes with a gladness immortal Shall look in their brightness down into our own.
What wonder we chafe in our limited prison, And long for the day when the soul shall be free, The rapture when we, saved by infinite mercy, Forever and ever with Jesus shall be!
Daily we're journeying on to the portals Of that beloved city where pearl are the gates, Where far, far away in the gold and the crimson Of morning eternal, the Saviour awaits.
Moline, Ill.