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THE ETERNAL HOME

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 10, 1874

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 43, No. 13.

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THE ETERNAL HOME.

No sickness there— No weary wasting of the frame away; No fearful shrinking from the midnight air— No dread of summer’s bright and fervid ray.
No hidden grief! No wild and cheerless visions of despair; No vain petition for a swift relief— No tearful eyes, no broken hearts, are there.
Care has no home Within the happy realms of ceaseless song; Its billows break away and melt in foam, Far from the mansions of the holy throng!
The storm’s black wing Is never spread athwart celestial skies; Its wailings blend not with the voice of spring, As some too tender, floweret fades and dies.
No night distills Its chilling dews upon the tender frame; Nor moon is needed there. The light which fills That land of glory from its Maker came.
No parted friends O’er mournful recollections have to weep; No bed of death enduring love attends To watch the coming of a pulseless sleep.
No blasted bower Or withered bed celestial gardens know; No scorching blast or swift descending shower Scatters destruction like a ruthless foe.
No battle word Startles the sacred host with fear or dread; The song of peace creation’s morning heard Is sung wherever angel minstrels tread.
With faith our guide, White-robed and innocent to lead the way, Why should we fear to plunge in Jordan’s tide, And find the ocean of eternal day?