p. 13 | Where Are We Going? by Eliza H. Morton

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Aug 15, 1916

Where Are We Going?

By Eliza H. Morton

BY ELIZA H. MORTON

SOULS are asking, as they journey Through this world of sin and care, "When we see the curtain falling, We are going where — oh, where?"

We can never, with our wisdom, Solve the problem where we go; But 'tis answered in God's Volume, And the truth we all may know.

With the kings of earth, and princes, We shall rest where troubles cease — Small and great, as prisoners waiting For a king to give release.

He is coming in His glory, With the keys of death in hand. In the air will be the meeting, And in heaven the saints will stand.

In the house of "many mansions," Alleluias loud will ring, Voices sound like many waters, Singing praise to Christ, the King.

There a thousand years with Jesus Will the loved of ages be. In this earth reduced to chaos, Satan, chained, his work will see.

Then the wicked dead will hearken To a voice they scorned before; And the Lord will send destruction, Sin and sinners be no more;

And the earth will don new garments, Mountains, plains, and hills rejoice; For the Lord shall dwell forever With the people of His choice.

Eden lost will bloom in beauty, Flowers never, never fade, Scorching winds no more sweep o'er us, Clouds no more the sunlight shade.

God will be our light forever, Pain and sorrow flee away. Home will be where Jesus reigneth. Haste, O, haste that welcome day!