THE HEAVENLY VOICE by M. E. W.

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 3, 1859

THE HEAVENLY VOICE.

By M. E. W.

It comes to me in lonely hours Of darkest night, And tells me of those far off bowers Of beauty bright.

It tells me of those heavenly plains Where all is love; Where naught but peace and joy remains— The heaven above.

It tells me of the angels there, In robes of white; Without a sorrow, sin, or care To mar their light.

It tells me of the joyous song The seraphs sing; Till, oh, my waiting soul doth long That song to sing.

And now it whispers, when each care, Has ceased to be, There is a crown of jewels rare In heaven for thee.

And harp with tone so rich and sweet, Thy hand shall strike; And thou shalt sing that song so sweet, So heaven like. M. E. W.