THE SAINTS' REWARD by W. L. Iles

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 16, 1901

THE SAINTS' REWARD.

By W. L. Iles

W. L. ILES.

I WILL, said Christ, a place prepare Where all my saints may with me share,— The city wall, of jasper fair; Its twelve foundations, jewels rare. Its gates of pearl swing open wide, And show life’s tree, life’s stream beside. We’ll walk the shining streets of gold, In glory which has ne’er been told; A joyous, happy, ransomed host, We then regain what Adam lost. One thousand years of heaven’s good cheer For the small ills we suffer here! The New Jerusalem, our home, From heaven to earth at last will come. All tears will then be wiped away, ’Twill be a glorious, happy day. No sickness, sorrow, pain, or death— All creatures praise Him that have breath. The saints of God will houses build, And vineyards plant, the land be tilled. Blind eyes shall then wide opened be, The works of God all flesh shall see; And ears long deaf shall hear His word, And dumb tongues praise their blessed Lord, The lame man leap with joyful spring, With “harps of God” the arches ring. From month to month, from week to week, We’ll worship at our Saviour’s feet, And eat the fruit of life’s blest tree, From all our pain and sorrow free. Roll on, O time! speed, speed away, And bring the happy, golden day!