HOLY, HOLY, HOLY LORD by A. J. Dyer

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 3, 1861

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY LORD.

By A. J. Dyer

"And they rest not day nor night, saying Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and is to come." Rev. iv, 8.

WHILE within this world we stand, Midst the sin on every hand, Wickedness in places high, Reaching up unto the sky; And harsh discord greets the ear, From the great and mighty, here. Turn, O, turn thine eyes above, To that world of perfect love; In deep contrast hear the word— "Holy, holy, holy Lord."

Bitter curses, mocking jeer, Wicked hate, and restless fear, Worldly lust, and passion's fire, Here the hearts of men inspire, Satan, with unwonted power Ruleth in this evil hour. But, beyond this dreary wild, From lips ringing undefiled, Pure the praises, meek the word— "Holy, holy, holy Lord."

O! our God, while here we stray, In life's rough and thorny way, From the great apostasy, Which on every side we see, Keep us Lord, and make us pure, May we to the end endure. Holy Father, well we know, Thou wilt try thy saints below. Make us meet to strike the chord— "Holy, holy, holy Lord."

Soon this world shall meet its doom, Swift the time is hastening on; Soon probation's day shall close, Then shall come the woe of woes! Then the sword be bathed in blood, To fulfill thy judgments, Lord! O! when Jesus stands revealed, O'er dark Armageddon's field, May we join with sweet accord— "Holy, holy holy Lord."

O, the joys of Paradise Mortals may not realize. There they bring to Jesus' feet, Gushing songs of rapture sweet; Purity's on every brow, Sinless joy the ransomed know. Blessed mansions, glorious home! Given to those who overcome; Conquerors, you shall strike the chord— "Holy, holy, holy Lord."

A. J. DYER.

Amboy, Ohio.