p. 46 | Our Paper by L. E. Millne

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 24, 1871

Our Paper.

By L. E. Millne

The Review has just come to me, clothed in a new dress. What does it say to me? Wonderful things; that the third angel's message is rising, and the time is not far distant, when the whole earth shall be lighted with its glory. It says to my mourning soul, Rejoice; for soon the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Oh, glorious hope! Who would not rejoice, even in the midst of sorrow, and count all things but loss and dross, for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus our Lord? Who would not say,

“Let sorrow’s rudest tempests blow, Each cord on earth to sever, Our King says come, and there’s our home, Forever! oh, forever!”

Yes, forever at home in those glorious mansions. Forever with the Lord. Oh! what a great incentive to perfect holiness, to be found without spot or wrinkle in that great day. Now while the angel of mercy still lingers, while the waters of life are yet freely flowing, and Jesus, our blessed advocate, still intercedes for us, oh! shall any of us still slumber on, till the door of mercy is closed, and be awakened at last by the Archangel’s trump, when it is too late, and hear the Lord say, I called, but ye refused; I knocked at the door of your heart till my locks were wet with the dews of the morning. Depart from me. Oh, solemn thought! Let us come up to the help of the Lord, and work while it is day.

“Keep the eye single, the head upward lifted; Watch for the glory of earth’s coming King; Lo! o’er the mountain tops, light is now breaking; Heirs of the kingdom, rejoice ye, and sing.”

L. E. Millne.

Council Bluffs, Iowa.