THE DAY IS AT HAND

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 14, 1876

THE DAY IS AT HAND.

Romans 13:12.

Oh, I sleep, but my spirit is waking; And I dream of the land of the blest, On whose shores no rough billows are breaking, Where the weary and worn are at rest.

And I see what earth’s glory transcendeth, And I hear what no mortal can tell, Of the beauty and bliss that ne’er endeth, In the land where the glorified dwell.

And I sigh for the light of the morning, When the night, with its tears, shall have fled; And my soul, in her righteous adorning, To that beautiful land shall have sped.

Oh, the peace and the glory surprising! Oh, the thrill of surpassing delight! On the darkness the light is arising, And the morning is chasing the night!

Then arouse, O my soul, seek God’s blessing, And recline in thy slumbers no more; For the work and the moments are pressing, And I hear Jesus’ knock at the door.

—Baptist Weekly.