UNTO HIM BE GLORY by Frances E. Bolton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Sep 28, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 38.

“UNTO HIM BE GLORY.”

By Frances E. Bolton

BY FRANCES E. BOLTON.

There is a world where the song flows on With the incense of flowers sweet and tender, And every face turns toward a throne, Lit with the radiance of Love’s own splendor; For a Lamb as He had been slain is there, So gentle is He, so meek, so loving, That the sinless angels, exceeding fair, Bow in their beauty for His approving, And sing the strains of an earth-known story, “Unto Him who hath loved, unto Him be glory.”

And there is a world where the sob is long, Where the darkness gathers in wavering shadows, Where there’s wailing of sin and sorrow and wrong, And the blight is thick on the fairest meadows; Yet high on a hill is a cross of sorrow, That yet Love’s splendor is ever gleaming, Piercing the gloom of the darkest horror, And brightening woe with holiest meaning, And here and there rings the heavenly story, “Unto Him who hath loved, unto Him be glory.”

So heaven and earth have a link that binds them,— ’Tis the love of the Loving upon the throne, And whether in heaven or earth it finds them It claims the lost as His very own, And nearer and nearer heaven leaneth, Till we almost hear the strains so tender, And peace falls soft as our longing gleaneth The love of the Lamb from His throne of splendor, And I burst into song with the angels o’er me, “Unto Him who hath loved, unto Him be glory.”

Yet a little while and the lonely distance, The silence of sin that keeps apart, Will lessen and lessen by Love’s insistence, And angels and men will be heart to heart; For celestial arms will about us gather, And bear the elect of the Lord above, To sing ’neath the smile of the great All-Father, To taste the reality of God’s love, And join the angels in one long story, “Unto Him who hath loved, unto Him be glory.”