The Life to Come by L. D. Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 16, 1902

The Life to Come

By L. D. Santee

L. D. SANTEE

ALL the years of the past, with their crosses, I would leave as a dream of the night; All the shadows of life and its losses, In the splendor of heaven grow bright. Hopes die, and their tombs are a token That this earth is no home for the soul; Love changes, and true hearts are broken, And the sadness of grief has control.

I look for a heaven more gracious Than the mutable things that I see, A region of love, bright and spacious, Prepared by the Saviour for me, Where angels repeat the glad story, As they worship again and again, That Christ left the mansions of glory, And died for the children of men.

Far out past life's pain and its fever, Is the beautiful land that we love, Where with Jesus, forever and ever, We shall dwell in the mansions above, Where the pure, with their beautiful faces, Are redeemed from the living and dead, To mingle, with fervent embraces, Where sorrow forever has fled.

O heaven of love and of glories! O sheen of life's wonderful seal! Not once has the earth's fairest stories Told the pleasures abiding in thee. The wind has blown chill through life's valley, And scattered its snows in my hair, But I'm waiting the call of the Saviour To heaven and home over there.