PROSPECTIVE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 2, 1901

SOMETIMES I catch a glimpse of all God's plans, I see the earth as it comes forth A glorious thing, out from His hands, As fair as in Edenic days, The curse all gone. All sin, all suffering, and all of death Are gone, thank God, forever gone; No more of wrong can blast this fair new earth, Temptations are not here, instead We have a crown.

And then methinks we'll see how all God's plans For us while here were just and good, That though sometimes the clouds hung dark, His hands Were stretched toward us in tenderest love, Knowing the while That sunshine was not good for us alway, It took the cloud which shaded us Awhile, so that we might long for the day In which the clouds might break apart And show His face.

What loud hosannas will go up to God When we put off mortality, And greet our own who lie beneath the sod, And know that nevermore for us Will be the grave.

And when we see Him face to face, we'll praise Him who so wisely led us on, And all the ages through we still will raise A song to Him who was but fitting us For all this joy.

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