There Is No Sin Here by Charles P. Bollman

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Mar 21, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 12.

"There Is No Sin Here"

By Charles P. Bollman

About twenty-five years ago the editor of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES told me of a dream of his being in the new earth. In this dream the thought that most thrilled his soul was, "There's no sin here." These words have lived in my mind from that day to this, and have exerted a purifying, uplifting influence upon my life. Because of this, the little poem is affectionately dedicated by the author to M. C. Wilcox, my long-time friend and co-worker. It may be sung to the music of "Wonderful Peace," No. 210, "Christ in Song." C. P. BOLLMAN.

I SLEPT, and I dreamed of that city of gold, Of the home of the blessed, the saved; And my fancy transported me out of this world To the land that my soul has long craved.

CHORUS

Sweet, sweet, wondrously sweet Was my dream of that city of gold; And, O, how soul-cheering The thoughts that up-spring As oft as its story I'm told!

I walked upon streets that are paved with pure gold, And I drank of the River of Life; But the thought that most thrilled me, and filled me with joy, Was the absence of sin and of strife.

Words fail me to tell of the bliss of that hour, Of the joy that I felt in my heart, As I thought, With the righteous I'll evermore dwell, And ne'er from my Saviour depart.

O Lord, haste the day when my dream shall be sight, When from strife I shall ever be free; When I shall not fall under sin's dreadful power, For with Jesus my Saviour I'll be.