p. 3 | The Journey Triumphant by Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 30, 1911

The Journey Triumphant

By Mrs. L. D. Avery-Stuttle

MRS. L. D. AVERY-STUTTLE

Tune: “Bonnie Doon”

Hail, church of God! come list to me, The while my tuneful harp I bring; List while I raise loud notes of praise, And sweetest songs of Zion sing.

Come, ye who weep ’mid sorrows deep, And ye whose hearts are lone and sore, Whose love is dead, whose hope is fled, Who dream of earthly joys no more.

Have ye forgot, ’mid earth’s dull grief, That glorious country bright and fair, That pearly gate where angels wait To bid us loving welcome there?

Have ye forgot that day of days,— That long, bright journey to the skies? With angel guide close by our side, On tireless pinions we shall rise!

Have ye forgot? Lift up your head! That glad day hasteth on apace; And escorts bright from realms of light Like horsemen gather for the race.

Arise, ye dead, from dusty bed, From desert waste and ocean cave; ’Mid trumpets’ blare they cleave the air, With shouts of victory o’er the grave.

Transporting thought! earth is forgot; Up, up! on wings of rapture fly; Away, away toward endless day And endless glory in the sky, Sweeping along, a glorious throng, Past suns and systems blazing bright, Celestial bars, and countless stars, And dark, abysmal depths of night. On, on! sweep on! the jasper walls Are just ahead. O rapturous sight! O wondrous train! O sweet refrain From many mansions gleaming bright! Open, ye gates! the cohort waits,— The mighty army of the skies. The tried and true shall enter through The pearly gates of paradise.

Lansing, Mich.