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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 4, 1913

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 90, No. 36.

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Anticipation

By Inita S. Chilson

THROUGH the gloom, the deepening gloom, List, O list, ye weary! Soon will burst beauty and bloom O'er this earth so dreary. The gates of dawn will open wide; Heaven's beams will light the way When he comes, his own to guide To the realms of day.
Vanish night, O vanish night! Break the morning golden, Not this mortal, earthly light, But Edenic olden; Brightly shine, brightly shine, Like some crystal chalice; Looming through a light divine, Lo, our Father's palace!
Through pearly gates that open wide, Waft breaths of heaven's weather. Broad and shining streets of gold The saints shall tread together; To sound of harp, and flute, and viol, Heaven's arches ringing.
Onward, onward, to the throne, While angel voices singing Songs of welcome to the bride, Fill the soul with gladness. Banished, banished, evermore, Earthly pain and sadness.
God of life and light and love, Gracious King of glory! Thou who gav'st thine only Son, Low we'll bow before thee! Heart of love, love divine, Lo, he comes to meet us! With outstretched hand and gracious smile, The Heavenly Father greets us.
Every note in heaven is stilled, Hushed the angel chorus. With sweeter music all are thrilled, For Jesus speaks before us — In accents sweet beyond compare Extols earth's tried and proved, In tenderest tones presents us there As his own beloved.
Royston, Ga.