Rays of Light by George E. Tack

Pacific Press Publishing Association

Rays of Light.

By George E. Tack

(On Keuka Lake, N. Y.) By George E. Tack.

OUT of the world-night, bitter, drear, Shineth a star, Flashing its ruddy beams of cheer Anear and far.

Down through corridors, vasty, cold, Where each planet swings, A ray of love from the throne of old, Its glad course wings.

Before me gleams the starry vast House of the Lord, The many mansions, that at last Shall peace afford.

There where the seraphs lowly bend Before the throne; And sweet their holy anthems blend Love's praise to own.

There shall my eager eyes behold The walls that gleam, The glorious highway, paved with gold, And crystal stream.

Never again to tread alone Streets of despair; Never to go in fear, or moan Or sorrow bear.

Never a farewell tear to know, Or parting sigh, But joy supreme, unknown below, But pledged on high.

But dearest to my soul shall be The wondrous sight, The Martyr-king who died for me Reigning in light.