REJOICE IN THE LORD by James L. Wadsworth

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Apr 26, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 17.

REJOICE IN THE LORD.

By James L. Wadsworth

WE gaze on the work of His fingers, We quail at the power of His rod, We hope in the word He has spoken, And, trembling, rejoice in our God.

His Spirit upholds His creation, His power it were vain to resist; Self-existent, unfathomed by reason; But, O! should He cease to exist!

Then would darkness more than Egyptian Be felt, till all feeling were past; While His empire crumbled to nothing, And being and life breathed their last.

He sits on His throne in the heavens, Where rises the fountain of light; The folds of His raiment are sweeping, Star-lit, through the fields of our night.

The crown on His brow is a rainbow; From His presence all darkness must fly; The purple of evening may linger Till dawn blushes red in the sky.

For in the completeness approaching, When time has relinquished its flight; Tho day may be tinted with changes, We know that there will be no night.

And weeping shall pass like a rain-cloud; Drops shining with light from the skies; The hand that hath chastened the mourners Shall wipe all the tears from their eyes.

Tho their songs should be resting in silence That stills in their harps every chord, Yet ceaseless the hearts of the ransomed Shall thrill with their joy in the Lord. —James L. Wadsworth.