Evening Thoughts | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 11, 1871

Evening Thoughts.

At the holy hour of twilight, as the last rays of the setting sun throw their soft, mellow light over woodland, hill, and vale, tinging the face of nature with a golden hue—lingering, as it were, to take a final view of this side of the globe, before taking its departure for the opposite—it seems to say, “Man, another day has gone into eternity, never to be recalled. Its blessings, whether improved or otherwise, can never be enjoyed again. The precious moments that have been allowed to run to waste since I last appeared in the eastern horizon, have been registered by the recording angel, for which you will have to answer in the great and coming day.”

What an hour is here afforded for reflection! The toils of the day are over, and the thoughts naturally go up to God. Our minds soar aloft, as it were, on wings of fancy, to the city of the Most High, to take a view of the celestial abode of his saints. There we behold his chosen few walking the streets of the New Jerusalem, singing songs of praise to their Maker for redeeming them from the gall of bitterness. And as their voices blend in sweet harmony, making the vaults of Heaven echo and re-echo, again and again, the only sound that is wafted back to our mortal ear is, “Holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!”

Oh! the grandeur and sublimity of the scene! Mortal tongue cannot describe the glories of the unseen world. Language utterly fails of making any comparison, and we become so enraptured with the beauties of that fair land that we forget we are still on earth, until we are brought to a state of consciousness by our own feeble attempts to sing the same song that falls from angel's lips. When our mind does return to its accustomed channel, and we take upon us again the active duties of life, we feel that we have been blessed and profited by the few moments spent in thought at the close of day.—Moore's Rural New Yorker.