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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 17, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 49, No. 20.

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I AM GOING THERE.

By Golden Censer

The city of my home is wondrous bright, Resplendent ever, it hath no night. It is filled with God, and he is its light— I see it from afar. I've a mansion fair in that city blest, A home where the wicked no more molest; Where the weary pilgrim at last shall rest— And I am going there.
In their robes triumphal of spotless white, With their victor crowns of dazzling light, Refulgent in the day that knows no night— I see them from afar. The glorified saints in their beauty shall stand, The myriad host of the ransomed band, Going to that city from every land— And I am going there.
The bells are ringing in yon high dome, Away over Jordan's misty gloom; They are chiming the pilgrim's welcome home— I hear them from afar. And Jesus, my Saviour, bids me come, “In my Father's house,” says he, “there's room” For all his ransomed ones a home— And I am going there.
Oh! fair is that New Jerusalem, Its walls and towers and portals gleam With flaming gems that never grow dim— I see them from afar. I am nearing and nearing that city sublime, By the rapid whirl of the wheels of time, Borne on to my home in that radiant clime— And I shall soon be there. —Golden Censer.