The by Clarence Santee

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Sep 19, 1916

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 43, No. 37.

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I'VE a message from my Saviour That I bring to you to-night, Of a land of fadeless beauty, Of a city pure and bright, Of a country free from sorrow, Where the dwellers know no care; No sad parting comes to-morrow, For they dwell forever there.

It's a message of salvation, Brought by angels from the throne, With a song of joy and gladness From the Lamb, who loves His own. Would you dwell among the angels, With the victor's crown of gold? Would you join that happy chorus Of redemption's love untold?

There's a fountain for our healing, There's a balm for every care, Where the loved will dwell forever, And their Saviour's glory share. Will you tell it to the loved ones, And to darkened lands afar, Till the earth itself is lightened, While the gates are still ajar?

Oh, yes, tell it in the highways, In the hedges, and the lanes. To the soul that once has heard it, Let its notes be sung again. He perchance is worn and weary, With the battle almost won. Sing aloud the grand old story, "Whosoever will, may come."