A WORLD TO COME by Mrs. E. Roberts

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 22, 1905

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 31, No. 12.

A WORLD TO COME.

By Mrs. E. Roberts

THEY say there is a "world to come," More fair and bright than this, Where storm and night are never known, But all is calm and peace; That hill and plain to either shore Are spread with changeless green, And never, 'mid its lovely bowers, A fading flower is seen.

And living streams, as crystal clear, In tuneful murmurs flow, And trees whose leaves the nations heal Beside those waters grow. Ah, they are like the angels made Who gain that blissful shore, And never sigh or weep again— And they can "die no more."

And all the goodly things it bears They say for all are free; That every ear its music hears, And all its beauty see. There none in lonely exile pine, Or strangers weary roam; One family, they gather there, Within one happy home.

A glorious city, too, is there— It needs not eve's pale lights, Nor yet the sun's bright golden ray Gleams from its dazzling heights; But One is there whose smile is light, And glory decks His brow, While willing nations 'round His throne In love's sweet homage bow.

But, O! they say that none shall dwell In that fair "world to come" But they, the pure and lowly ones, Who here as pilgrims roam; That only those who now endure In meekness, grief, and shame, Shall enter, through its gates of pearl, The New Jerusalem! —Mrs. E. Roberts.