In the hush of the closing day,
And a feeling of rapture steals o'er me
And my thoughts they are far away.
That beautiful land so fair—
Of the angels so pure and spotless,
Who dwell in harmony there.
That God in His wisdom has made—
I have heard of its joys supernal,
Of its flowers that never fade.
That beautiful land of my dreams
Where dross is not mixed with the golden
And life there is just what it seems.
With his matchless face all aglow,
Walking among his disciples
In raiment all white like the snow.
Comes a something that seems like a spell;
I have caught just a glimpse of that country
Far away where the angels dwell.
As softly it comes floating near—
Oh! rapturous tones of heaven
Falling so sweetly on my ear.
My vision of Heaven is o'er,
And I think of life and its promise
As I never had thought before.
The most of our lives are led—
We are so weak, my Father,
Calling to Thee for bread.
Strong with truth, faith and love—
Make our lives a structure
That shall rise to the heights above.
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