WHEN THE SAVIOUR SHALL COME.
By L. D. SANTEE
My heart has received the glad story,
That sometime, and that before long,
I shall pass out of time into glory,
To join with the sanctified throng—
I shall pass out of night into splendor;
With the loved I'll ascend to our home;
We shall greet with affection most tender,
When Jesus, the Saviour, shall come. My heart has lost all of its sadness;
For the wonderful future is near,
When the peace and the joy and the gladness
Of heaven's bright land will appear.
No more dreary days in the distance,
No more darkened pathways to roam;
But we'll enter an endless existence,
When Jesus, the Saviour, shall come. What wonder my soul thrills with longing,
As my love casteth out every fear,
And I wait, more than they for the morning,
For Jesus, my Lord, to appear?
I shall be by the bright angels taken,
Up, up, through the blue bending dome;
I shall clasp the dear hands that awaken,
When Jesus, the Saviour, shall come. I shall meet with my loved ones in heaven.
Their songs will be joyous and sweet;
I shall see the white robes they are given,
And list to the sound of their feet.
Oh, the pure, lovely smile on their faces,
As they enter their heavenly home!
The sorrows of earth leave no traces,
When Jesus, the Saviour, shall come.