THE CITY OF GOD by Allie A. Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 10, 1879

THE CITY OF GOD.

By Allie A. Santee

“Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God.”—Ps. 87:3.

I THINK of that city unseen, In that land where the pastures are green, Where the skies are all cloudless and fair, Where the music is filling the air, Where is quenched all the thirst of the heart, Where we meet, but are never to part. Oh, that glorious land of the blest! Shall I enter its joy and its rest?

Where the air with sweet incense is laden, That comes from the flowers of Eden, Where the beautiful dwellers in light, In their garments resplendent and bright, Are rejoicing before the great throne, Where Jehovah is reigning alone. Oh, that far away home of the soul! Shall my feet ever reach the bright goal?

Oh, our dim eyes are turned to that land, Where the glorified ones all shall stand, Where the wants of the soul shall be filled, Where affection shall never be chilled. Oh! our yearnings for Heaven are strong, Through our earth life, so dark and so long, And the burden and strength of our prayer Is a rest and a home over there.

Past the pain, and the toil, and the weeping, Just beyond where the righteous are sleeping, Is the glorious city of light, The city ne'er shaded by night, The city where pearls are its portals, The home of the white-robed immortals, The glorified home of the blest, The mansions of love and of rest.

ALLIE A. SANTEE.

Oswego, Kansas.