The River of Life by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 30, 1915

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 42, No. 13.

The River of Life

By L. D. Santee

By L. D. SANTEE

FAR up on the river eternal there stands A city celestial and fair. On the shores of the river are heaven’s fair lands, And the throne of Jehovah is there; And the ransomed, unnumbered, ’neath radiant skies, Press on where the streets are of gold. Their home is eternal, where Paradise lies, And their rapture can never be told.

Transparent the pavement, and jasper the walls, Where sickness and death never come. Adown o’er the river, sweet melody falls. ’Tis the song of the blood-washed at home. ’Tis the song of the ages, surpassingly sweet, The praises to Christ that are given; And here will the loved ones in ecstasy greet, And rejoice in the fullness of heaven.

O, that sweet life eternal — to rest on the shore Where the sorrows of earth never come, Where the anguish of parting and death is no more, In the peace of that glorified home! Where the waters of crystal eternally flow, Proceeding from under the throne, We shall meet with the friends we have loved here below, And know them as now we are known.

In that home of the soul, that pure haven of rest, We shall clasp the dear hands that we love. They are waiting the welcome to Jesus’ breast, They are waiting the call from above; And far o’er life’s river rings out the refrain, And the welcome of angels is sweet. No sickness can reach them, no sorrow or pain, As they gather at Jesus’ feet.