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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 28, 1877

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 50, No. 1.

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THE WORD OF THE LORD.

By Mary A. Davis

“As the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater; so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.” Isa. 55:10, 11.
As the snow comes down from heaven, And the rain, to bless the earth, To robe the fields in verdure, To give the flowerets birth,
To gladden the busy sower, The reaper’s toil to crown, With the vineyard’s purple clusters, And the wealth of the wheatfields brown,
E’en so, saith our Heavenly Father, Is the message I send forth; Its mission shall not be fruitless To gladden and bless the earth.
It may come with the roar of the tempest, Or silently fall as the dew; It may glow in the rays of the morning, On the heavens serene and blue;
With the rush of the mountain torrent Sweeping on to the distant main, Or the chime of the gliding brooklet, That sings to the sunny plain;
In Sinai’s awful thunders, In the desert still and lone; To the watching child in the temple, To the king upon his throne;
In notes of stern reproving, In gentle loving tone, Hearest thou Jehovah speaking— It is he, and the end is one:
The earth shall resound with music, The mountains and hills shall sing; Instead of the thorn and brier, The myrtle and fig-tree spring.
In the valley the rose and lily, On the mountain the cedar’s crown; The beauty of Carmel and Sharon, The glory of Lebanon.
It shall laugh into bud and blossom— The barren desert sand, And the gushing of living fountains Shall be heard in the thirsty land.
O Beulah! the fair, the chosen, In thee doth the King rejoice; The days of thy grief are ended With the sound of the Bridegroom’s voice.
Thy walls shall be called Salvation, And Praise each shining gate; No more shalt thou be Forsaken, Nor thy land be Desolate.
Awake! awake, O Zion! Let thy song of triumph ring. Put on thy robes of beauty, Prepare to meet thy King.
Thou wilt need no sun for brightness, No moon nor stars by night; The Lamb shall dwell within thee, Thine everlasting light.
There shall rise no note of sadness, For sorrow and sighing flee; Therein shall be joy and gladness, And the sound of melody.
Rejoice! for the King hath called thee, The Lord of hosts his name: He hath made thee a crown of beauty, And a royal diadem.
Rejoice! for his word hath prospered, His will on the earth is done; The conflict of ages ended, Thy King hath the victory won.
Mary A. Davis.
Battle Creek, Mich.