I LONG TO BE THERE

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 22, 1857

I LONG TO BE THERE.

I have read of a world of beauty, Where there is no gloom of night, Where love is the main-spring of duty; And God the fountain of light. I have read of its flowing river That bursts from beneath the throne! And the beautiful trees that ever Are found on its banks alone.

I have read of the myriad choir; Of the angels harping there; Of the love that burns like fire; And the shining robes they wear. I have read of the sanctified throng That will pass from earth to heaven, And then unite in the loudest song Of praise for their sins forgiven.

I have read of their freedom from sin, And suffering and sorrowing too; And the holy joy they'll feel within As their risen Lord they view. I long to rise to that world of light, And to breathe its balmy air; I long to walk with the Lamb in white, And shout with the angels there.—Sel.