p. 8 | THE BEAUTIFUL LAND by L. D. Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Dec 20, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 51.

THE BEAUTIFUL LAND.

By L. D. Santee

BY L. D. SANTEE.

I AM thinking to-night of the home of the blest, That home which the Lord has prepared, Where the friends that I love, and that love me the best, Will be called to receive their reward. By faith, Life's great river in beauty is seen, And I stand with the blest on its strand, Life's grand arching tree with its mantle of green, Is seen in the Beautiful land.

I think of it always, as something my own, But far in the distance, awhile. No death, and no tears, to that country can come, And my lips lose their sadness and smile. Thy flowers are fadeless, O, City of God, Life's waters lap soft on the strand. And there, where the footsteps of sin never trod, We'll rest in the Beautiful land.

Tho far in the distance, O city of love, Thy gladness is hid in my heart, We shall meet, we shall greet, in the Eden above, That country where friends never part. Impartially tender is Jesus our King As He welcomes us onto the strand, And hearts that were breaking, in gladness shall sing As they enter the Beautiful land.

I am thinking to-night of that home of the blest, And a joy to my spirit is given, Where pavements are golden, and mansions of rest, Are waiting the loved ones in heaven. And He, the Eternal, the "Ancient of Days" Is holding our crowns in His hands, The ransomed shall bask in the smile of His face, At home in the Beautiful land.

Dixon, Ill.