As the evening draws nearer, upon the long road as we wander, greeted by our redeemer's smile.

If I should see the glories of the saints up yonder, and should hear their glad refrain,

All glittering over the world, His hosts upon higher plains, I shall know I am one of his train.

We will watch their ways from the still mountains. The days of man on earth we know.

Changing as the drifting snow, till the Redeemer calls together the souls from sorrow here below.

A High Praise

From Samaria to Shilo Jesus walked along one day.

A great host came praising him through the way.

A blind man was Barnabas, who heard some one say,

"It is Jesus the prophet of Galilee—unto whom the people praise and pray."

This we say to you that you may be content, and in your place to stay.

Then Barnabas said to his friend, a man who also could not see:

"I'll tell you I think this prophet is nowise of Galilee.

But Jehovah's own son, who has come to earth that such as we may see."

The light shines from our father's throne to the living man, out over the earth and the seas.

Then he cried, "O Mosier, you son in the house of David, show mercy unto such as we be."

Then Mosier said, "you that callest unto me speak in truth clear and plain.[Pg 43]

[Pg 43]

For behold I go up to Judah and there for the world to be slain.

That I should arise from the dead today, in my father's glory to reign."

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