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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 25, 1862

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 19, No. 13.

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EVERY morning the red sun Rises warm and bright; But the evening cometh on, And the dark, cold night : There's a bright land far away Where 'tis never-ending day.
Every spring the sweet young flowers Open bright and gay, Till the chilly autumn hours Wither them away. There's a land we have not seen, Where the trees are always green.
Little birds sing songs of praise All the summer long; But in colder, shorter days, They forget their song. There's a place where angels sing Ceaseless praises to their King.
Christ our Lord is ever near Those who follow him; But we cannot see him here, For our eyes are dim. There's a bright and happy place, We shall always see his face.
Who shall go to that bright land ? All who love the right, Ransomed children there shall stand In their robes of white; For that heaven, so bright and blest, Is our everlasting rest.