p. 6 | A GOLDEN SUNSET by R. A. Young

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · May 20, 1897

A GOLDEN SUNSET.

By R. A. Young

NATURE, freshened by the flowers, Lies in calm repose; And my spirit feels the quiet Of the evening's close.

Drops of rain like pearls are gemming Bud and leaf and flower, But the lovely day is dying With the speeding hour.

Far behind the hills in glory Sinks the golden sun, While the clouds in radiant splendor Tell that day is done.

As I gaze, with heart adoring, At this evening scene, Heaven's glories seem just hidden By a vail between.

While the sunset's brilliant radiance On my vision falls, Clear before my spirit's vision Stand the jasper walls.

And the gates of pearl are open, And the ransomed sing, As they touch the golden harp-strings, Praises to their King.

And through all my soul is thrilling Rapturous delight, As above this earth I'm lifted, To behold the sight

Of the world's exalted Monarch Seated on His throne. Saints and angels bow before Him; Jesus reigns alone.

Be it mine there to be numbered With the blood-washed throng, Who will sing through endless ages Heaven's eternal song:

"Worthy is the Lamb once offered, Once for sinners slain; Evermore His praise be sounded Without end. Amen." R. A. YOUNG.

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