The Joy of My Lord by Lucina Moon

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 15, 1909

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 36, No. 36.

The Joy of My Lord

By Lucina Moon

I HAVE heard of a city of light, With its streets made of glittering gold, Of the angels in garments of white, And the songs which shall never grow old. Fresh glories unfold in that city of gold, But the joy of my Lord will be mine O’er the lambs I have brought to His fold.

I have heard of a country so fair, With its hills and its valleys of green Covered over with flowers so rare, While the River of Life flows between. There the tree on its shore giveth life evermore, But the greatest of joys will be mine In the souls I have led to that shore.

Let them sing of the fruits and the flowers, And the mansions so beauteous and grand; Let them tell of the joys that await Those who enter Immanuel’s land; But the wonder I see is that Christ should use me, A poor sinner, to help some lost soul Share the joys of that beautiful land.

LUCINA MOON.