IN HEAVEN ABOVE by Frances E. Bolton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Feb 22, 1899

IN HEAVEN ABOVE.

By Frances E. Bolton

In heaven above there shines the eternal splendor, And every cloud that doubt of love hath brewed Is silver-lined, and rainbow-tinted tender By love's divine auroreal glory hued. In radiant light the Father, Son, and Spirit Shed forth such brightness through the ambient air That angels the vast blaze of love's full merit Do not unvailed its marvelous lightnings dare.

In heaven above there sweeps the eternal chorus, And every discord doubt of love hath wrought Melts into sweetness intricate before us, Touched by some infinite tenderness of thought, Till harps sweep up with sweeter notes of rapture, And angel eyes grow dim with untold praise, And yet the note's too deep for any creature, And far too high for any tongue to raise.

In heaven above great pictures claim the vision, And every cross of thorn that sin hath brought Becomes a gateway to a new Elysium, Crowned by the great Redeemer's master thought, And sin makes background dark for love's bright blazings, What meets its utmost, worst emergency, Before which angels veil their gazings And look to earth its sequel fair to see.

In heaven above, Love, the great Eternal, waiteth, Sending the beams of power from His side, For one whom doubt of Him so long belated— A captive when she's destined for a bride.

Awake, my soul, that song they sing in heaven Is for thy wooing, and those visions shine For thee, and all thy sin's forgiven, And Love waits on for that lost soul of thine.

In heaven above the last cloud will be over; When thou art there, the last discord will cease, And, through the cross of thy divine soul Lover, Thou shalt with angels gather flowers of peace.

Wake from the dust, O captive daughter, wake! Put on thy garments beautiful for Love, And let Love love thee, that will ne'er forsake, And heaven be all that heaven may be above.

FRANCES E. BOLTON.