THE SUN-BRIGHT CLIME

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jun 12, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 23.

THE SUN-BRIGHT CLIME.

HAVE you heard, have you heard, of the sun-bright clime, Undimmed by tears, unhurt by crime, Where age hath no power o'er the fadeless frame; For they live forever and know no pain— Have you heard of that sun-bright clime?

A river of water gushes there, Mid flowers of beauty strangely rare, And rich-plumed songsters flit through the bowers Of the tree of life, on those golden shores, Over there in that sun-bright clime.

Soon the saints will roam those fields of light In garments of beauty, pure and white, And pluck life's fruit in the Eden bowers, Mid a thousand hues of fadeless flowers, Over there in that sun-bright clime.

Not long shall we wait for that sinless clime, For now we are nearing the end of time; Soon the Lord will come with his bride in white, To take us home where there'll be no night; Will you go to that sun-bright clime? —Sel.