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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 14, 1862

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 19, No. 7.

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FOR ME AND THEE.

WHat to that for which we're waiting Is this glittering earthly toy?— Heavenly glory, holy splendor Sum of grandeur, sum of joy; Not the gems which time can furnish, Not the hues that dim and die, Not the glow that cheats the lover, Shaded with mortality. Heir of glory, That shall be for me and thee!
Not the light that leaves us darker, Not the gleams that come and go; Not the mirth whose end is madness, Not the joy whose fruit is woe; Not the notes that die at sunset, Not the fashion of a day; But the everlasting beauty, And the endless melody. Heir of glory, That shall be for me and thee!
City of the pearl-bright portal, City of the jasper wall; City of the golden pavements, Seat of endless festival. City of Jehovah Salem, City of eternity, To thy bridal-hall of gladness From this prison would I flee. Heir of glory, That shall be for me and thee!
Ah! with such strange spells around me— Fairest of what earth calls fair,— How I need thy fairer image, To undo the syren snare, Lest the subtle serpent tempter Lure me with his radiant lie; As if sin were sin no longer,— Life were no more vanity. Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me?
Yes, I need thee, heavenly city, My low spirit to upbear; Yes, I need thee, earth's enchantments So beguile me with their glare. Let me see thee,—then these fetters Break asunder,—I am free; Then this pomp no longer chains me,— Faith has won the victory. Heir of glory, That shall be for thee and me!
Soon where earthly beauty blinds not, No excess of brilliance palls, Salem, city of the holy, We shall be within thy walls! There beside yon crystal river, There beneath life's wondrous tree, There with naught to cloud or sever,— Ever with the Lamb to be! Heir of glory, That shall be for thee and me!
London Journal of Prophecy.