IN THE FUTURE by W. S. Bissonnette

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 25, 1903

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 12.

IN THE FUTURE.

By W. S. Bissonnette

Ye shall lift a rapture from a locked despair, Link the world's black cataract to a wreath of prayer, When the great day whitens thundering with the Word, And His feet shall touch the mountains into melting for their Lord.

Ye shall tread in softness wrought from flints of scorn, Stand on kneeling glories fashioned out of thorn, When the mighty whisper, when the proudest creep, Then before the throne of grace ye shall dance and leap.

When an awful splendor turns to sudden night, All unlighted faces, ye shall gather light; When the hallowed brightness searches like a sword, Then the graves shall burn within them till they burst unto the Lord.

Slaves shall lead their masters bound in chains of love, Dungeons utter wisdom unto thrones thereof; Cæsar shall go humbly, emperors shall creep, When before the throne of grace ye shall dance and leap!

When all living death shall vanish at God's breath, Yet your dying life shall cast a bridge o'er death, When the Christ within you gives a golden cord To bear the armies of the flesh that cross to meet the Lord.

Ye shall stand on kingdoms without lack or scathe, Captured from the crumbling in the breach of faith; Yea, the stars shall stumble, time shall fall and sleep When within the Fount of Life ye are drinking deep.

When the slain and conquered to the trump arise, Stephen of the sun-gaze, Paul with wounded eyes; Then a dove shall lift you where the saints have soared To the evermore-expanding and the always-nearing Lord.

Colorado Springs, Colo. W. S. BISSONNETTE.