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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 22, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 25.

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Behold the Day

By Oliver P. Wilson

OLIVER P. WILSON
O THOU that dwellest in the land, awake! The time is near; The dawn of morning’s come; behold the light That shineth clear; And list! beyond are golden days that sing, That greet the Sun, and bask beneath his wing.
The eve of man’s long day draws on apace, Its close is near; Then let us toil while yet remaineth day, For life is dear. Find harvests white, and look upon the grain, And ask the Lord for showers,—the “latter rain.”
And thou, O faithful pilgrim! bear thy way— ’Tis drawing near! Soon will earth’s shadowed scenes and forms be gone; Yield not to fear. Bear on thy burden; for thy rest is sure If humble are thy ways and thou art pure.
How joyful is the thought for soldier true,— Day draweth near! With armor on withstand the wily foe; The day brings cheer. Then, weary pilgrim, shod with gospel peace, Gird up thy loins; for morn will bring release.
Ketchum, Okla.