SUNSET

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 25, 1871

“As I sat watching the beautiful sunset, I asked: ‘Does this tell us anything of Heaven?’”

The light of day is fading From off the western sky; And the golden hues of sunset Come and go before my eye, Ever changing—changing—changing, While each change new beauty brings; And my soul is wondering—wondering, If the angels with their wings Are not brushing back the portals Of our Father's house above, Answering to our spirits' longings, And revealing thus in love Gleamings of the radiant glory, In the mansions of the blest; “Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest.” This I know, God's finger painteth As no earthly pencil can, And the colors of the sunset Were not traced by aid of man. He, who to our wondering vision, In this blighted world below, In the glories of the sunset Can such wondrous beauty show; With a glory beyond measure, Must have filled our home on high; Rest I then, in this assurance, I shall know it by-and-by.—Sel.