Oh! ‘tis all brightness yonder, no clouds nor din,
But joy, and peace, and gladness, and rest from sin;
Oh! ‘tis all glory yonder, for Christ is there,
In blest effulgence shining beyond compare.
And there’s no sorrow yonder, nor grief, nor pain;
They live to serve and worship the Lamb once slain;
And there’s no morrow yonder,—’tis one “to-day,”
There shines with fadeless splendor the Sun’s bright ray.
For Christ’s the Sun and sunshine of that bright place;
There we shall learn His glory, as here His grace;
And now we wait with patience His blessed will;
The stormy wind and tempest His word fulfill.
They’re servants of His pleasure, He bids them come;
Then by a word they’re silenced and all is calm
And we shall reach in safety the moment bright,
When we shall see His beauty in radiant light.
And if meanwhile He calls us to face the storm,
His shepherd care surrounds us, and His strong arm
Shall guide us through in safety the long dark night,
Till earth-born clouds shall vanish in morning light.
E. C.