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A HYMN OF PRAISE

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Jul 11, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 27

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A HYMN OF PRAISE.

By L. D. Santee

I thank Thee, O Most High, For that most wondrous, grand, and glad existence, That home beyond the sky. 'Tis shrouded by the veil of cloud and distance, But O, 'tis drawing nigh; And waiting hearts repeat the thrilling story, That Jesus, in the sky, Will come to give His children life and glory.
I thank Thee, gracious Lord, For all the promises Thy love has given, For Thy unfailing Word, Which tells us that our feet shall rest in heaven; And while time's surges roll, And wrathful winds lift high the heaving billow, Sweet peace pervades the soul, E'en tho' the head may press affliction's pillow.
We have not long to wait, Not long to bear life's burdens and its crosses, For soon the "pearly gate" Will recompense us for the toils and losses, And starry crowns shall glow, And hands redeemed shall clasp in joyous meeting; And friends of long ago, Shall then embrace in glad, ecstatic greeting.
L. D. SANTEE.
Dixon, Ill.