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The Glorious Home Land

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 13, 1906

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 83, No. 37.

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The Glorious Home Land

By H. E. Quinn

Up to the mansions of bliss above, Up to the realms of infinite love; In limitless space, in a glorious clime, In a radiant region of rapture sublime, In the spheres of endless, eternal peace, There the songs of redemption never cease.
No pain, no sorrow, no clouds, no night, No shadows, but everlasting light; No tears in the holy land are shed, But joys ecstatic, supernal instead.
Ear hath not heard, nor can eye behold, The treasures unseen, the glories untold, The fathomless ocean of God’s pure love, The measureless bliss in the courts above.
O desolate hearts, by anguish riven, Life’s shadows disperse in the light of heaven!
We are redeemed, for the Saviour hath died; In his likeness we there shall be satisfied,
When hope gives place to glad fruition, And steadfast faith to sight’s transition; By the crystal sea on the shining shore, We’ll chant his praises forevermore, And join with the angelic blood-washed throng, In the exultant notes of the glad new song.
— Mrs. H. E. Quinn.