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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Aug 11, 1904

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 81, No. 32.

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Visions of Faith

FROM this vain world, this weary life So full of toil, and care, and strife, So full of bitter grief and pain, Of blighted hopes, and longings vain, I look away. Faith guides my sight Unto a realm of cloudless light— The fair and glorious abode, The heavenly city of our God.
Its mansions by omniscience planned, Fashioned by an almighty hand, And decked by him whose touch adorns The universe with all its forms Of varied beauty. O how fair, How bright, how beautiful they are!
Sin’s fatal and polluting breath Has never shed the curse of death Through this divine Elysium; no, Nor ever shall. All pain and woe Are banished, and from weeping eyes God wipes the tears in paradise.
Angels, his holy ministers, Who do his bidding mid the spheres, Hover around the great white throne, Chanting to thee—to thee alone. O God of wisdom, power, and grace, We render honor, love, and praise! —Selected.