Review and Herald, Vol. 6, No. 29.
The End of the WickedProfiting by Affliction
From Bro. Holden.
No house or lands do I possess, Nor wish to in this wilderness; I want a home among the pure, A home forever to endure.
"O, 'tis a world most bright, No more death, nor woe, nor night, Faith views it with delight, Knowing 'tis sure."
"We'll gladly exchange a world like this, Where death triumphant reigns, For a beautiful home in that land of bliss, Where all is happiness, joy and peace, And nothing can enter that pains, There is no more sorrow, and no more night, For the darkness shall flee away. The crucified Lamb is its glorious light, And the saints shall walk with him in white, In that happy eternal day."