Mount Zion's Song by Mrs. G. W. Amadon

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 9, 1914

Mount Zion's Song

By Mrs. G. W. Amadon

MRS. G. W. AMADON

How glad upon the mountains are The feet of those who bring from far Good tidings of the Prince of peace, When sin and its long train shall cease!

"I have not said to Israel's seed, Seek me in vain; for me ye need: My hand to guide you far and near; My love in suffering, strength in fear."

'Tis said by one whose ready pen Has sometimes searched the hearts of men, That David's psalms would ne'er been sung If David's heart had not been wrung.

God bids, Behold the goodly land, With verdant fields and shining strand, Fountains and rivers, brooks and rills, That spring from depths of vales and hills,

Its fragrant fruits and grains and vines, Pomegranates, honey, oil, and wine, Barley and wheat on fruitful soil Which doth repay thy pleasant toil.

And then he shows the city grand Where twelve times twelve thousand stand, With crowns and harps and waving palms, Singing in praise to Christ the Lamb.

And Christ himself will open wide Those gates, for thee, his church, his bride. That city's walls, its streets of gold — Their glories will to us unfold.

And joy, and gladness, love supreme, Through endless years shall be thy theme. Fatigue, unrest, nor woe, nor pain, Shall ever pierce thy heart again.

"If thou obey, my counsels heed, Then thou shalt be of Israel's seed. If Zion's heart has here been wrung, Mount Zion's song will there be sung.

And on through heaven's eternal day, When God shall wipe all tears away, That joyous, loyal, countless throng, Will sing that mighty triumph song.

St. Joseph, Mich.