Peace and Gladness by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Dec 2, 1913

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 40, No. 46.

Peace and Gladness

By L. D. Santee

MINE be the peace that abides like a river. Floating along on time's turbulent stream, Worshiping Him who of life is the giver, Till, in the sunset, the jasper walls gleam; Kneeling alone in a loving devotion, Bowing before Him who “ruleth on high,” Tender my heart with a holy emotion, While the bright crimson dies out of the sky.

O, the great world, with its wonderful splendor— It has naught with my sweet hopes to compare, Nothing to give like the ecstasy tender Born in the soul by the spirit of prayer!

On the rapt soul are no traces of sorrow. Glory is gilding the isles of the blest, No gloomy fears of disaster to-morrow. In His loved presence, we safely can rest.

Feet that are wayworn will soon rest in glory. Long they have journeyed on time's weary way. Soon in life's meadows we'll tell the glad story. Jesus has died, and redeemed us for ay.