In My Dreams by Eliza H. Morton

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 15, 1906

In My Dreams

By Eliza H. Morton

ELIZA H. MORTON

In my dreams I have seen the heavens Aglow with a flood of light, And my eyes have beheld my Saviour Descending with angels bright. I have seen his face in its beauty, His hands with the nail-marks there, And the wound in his side for sinners— A vision most wondrous, fair.

In my dreams I have seen a city With streets of the purest gold, And with stones in glittering splendor That walls of jasper uphold, And with gates of pearl in their gleaming, Wide open for you and me. O city of God in thy glory— A city where all are free!

In my dreams I have seen the righteous Caught up by an angel band, And I would I had words to tell it To make you all understand; But no tongue can describe that meeting, No painter can paint that scene. Like a flash in the dark ’twas given, A picture upon a screen.

Ah, those dreams are dreams to remember, Like etchings in frames of white They are hung in the chamber of silence To brighten the hours of night; They’ll come true, those dreams, in the future: They’re all in a Book that is given To guide us in paths that are upward, That end at the gate of heaven.

North Deering, Maine.