p. 11 | L. D. SANTEE by L. D. Santee

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Dec 2, 1909

L. D. SANTEE

By L. D. Santee

Restitution

L. D. SANTEE

“And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.” Rev 21: 5.

O! THE world is filled with mourners, Lonely ones who pray and yearn That the innocence of Eden To the earth may soon return.

Souls are filled with earnest longing, Prayers are sent to heaven’s fair shore, That the singing of the angels May be heard on earth once more.

When the dove of peace had vanished, And the reign of tears began; When the light of joy was banished By the sin of mortal man; When the moan of pain was echoed In the gray sea’s sullen roar, And the waves of woe were breaking Sad on life’s tempestuous shore,

And the cry was ever swelling By the ties that death had riven, Till the anguish, past all telling, Reached the far-off gates of heaven,— Then was hushed the rapturous music, Chords that angel’s fingers swept, And upon a lost creation Pitying angels looked and wept.

But a word to earth was given That would hush the mourner’s cry,— Christ, the loving heart in heaven, For the lost would come and die. Morn and eve was incense rising, Prayers ascended to the skies, Faith was shown by daily offering Many a bleeding sacrifice.

Then the life of Christ was offered In God’s own appointed way; And the fountain love had opened Washes every sin away; And the soul that bends in sorrow O’er the portals of the tomb Longeth for that glorious morrow When the earth as heaven shall bloom;

When, within a world of gladness, Eden’s bloom shall be restored, Where is heard no sigh of sadness, In the garden of the Lord, Where is radiance warm and tender, And, with never moan of pain, Bright within the new earth’s splendor, Eden’s flowers shall bloom again.

Moline, Ill.