THE BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE
By L. D. Santee
Up in the heavens is the book that is kept for us,
Having the record of deeds, good or bad,
Sins we've committed when angels have wept for us,
Virtues that made all the universe glad. Solemn with awe is my heart as I think of it;
Wrongs unforgiven will end in despair;
Those who have sinned, of the dregs they must drink of it.
Mercy will leave you, O sinner, beware. Morning by morning they're turning the leaves of it,
Writing the record of each passing day;
Oft I forget it, and so do not grieve for it,
While years of probation pass swiftly away. At the last day we shall pale when beholding it,
Weeping in anguish, unless we're forgiven;
But if the white robe of Christ is enfolding it,
We, through His merits, are taken to heaven. If we're rejected, 'twill be as the night to us,
Night dark and hopeless, with never a day;
But if accepted, the future is bright to us,
Glory eternal, and gladness for aye.