Classic Poem

A Vision By Faith

That land of delight, my soul's Beulah, I see,
As I think of thy home, blessed Saviour! and thee;
And my spirit is longing that land to behold,
Of whose glory and beauty the half was ne'er told.

If needs not the sunshine all glorious and bright;
It needs not the moonbeams which beautify night;
For each hillside is lit by the glory of God,
And the Lamb lights the vales where the ransomed have trod.

There the saints I have loved, whose bright crowns are now won,
And whose work for the Master was faithfully done,
Will gather to meet me, with smiles as of yore,
Where my bark shall be moored, as I step on that shore.

There a mother whose form I've ne'er consciously seen,
But who looked in my infant face, loving, I ween,
Will welcome her storm-tossed and travel-worn child,
To a haven of rest, to a land undefiled.

O vision of glory! still linger with me,
Till I float calmly forth on eternity's sea,—
Till I near the blest harbor, and Jesus shall say,
Cast anchor, O voyager! in heaven's broad bay.”English