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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 3, 1910

The Joy of Heaven

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE

A SENSE of the life that is endless, Each nerve of the spirit at rest, To feel that no more we are friendless, But leaning on Jesus’ breast, To forget how the grave has bereft us, To know that the years can not cloy, To greet the dear friends who have left us, With the passionate fulness of joy,

To list to the music of angels, To rejoice and be glad in our day, To join in the wondrous evangel That rises to Jesus for aye, To feel all the gladness of heaven, To thrill at his life-giving word, To know that to you it is given To enter the joy of the Lord,—

Thank God that the hour is nearing (Though sometimes our faith groweth dim),— The hour of the Saviour’s appearing, To gather the children to him! Why shrink from the cross that is given, Why dread all earth’s sorrows to face, So long as the Saviour and heaven Await at the end of the race?

Moline, Ill.