The Home of the Saved
Hail Earth, renewed! Celestial Paradise!
Fit dwelling place,
with all thy loveliness,
Thy long reproach for ever wiped away,
And fairer now than when at first thy God
Pronounced thee good--fit
dwelling place, so pure,
So beauteous, so adorned with smiling peace,
For all the saints, all the redeemed of men;
Who through thy gates, immortal City fair,
Thy gates of pearl,
will freely enter in,
Where violence and riot never come,
And
walk thy bright and dazzling streets of gold;
And to the stream of
life, the crystal stream
Fast by the throne of God, have access free;
And from the tree of life, high arching o'er,
Pluck the eternal fruit
and eat and live;
And in Thy glad'ning smiles, O King of saints!
Glory unspeakable possess; for in
Thy presence bright, there fullness
is of joy,
At Thy right hand, pleasures for ever more.
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(From the poem "The Warning Voice of Time
and Prophecy," by Uriah Smith.)
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