Classic Poem

They met in His name who to each loving heart
The life-giving word had once spoken;
The flow of whose peace in full many a soul
For long years had continued unbroken.

They met in His name, to renew every vow
Of love, and of earnest devotion
To God and his cause, till the hearts of all men
Are his own, on the land and the ocean.

They met; and the tide of their faith rose high,
As the songs of Zion sounded,
And ebbed no more through that evening hour,
For their love to God abounded.

They met; and my heart beat high with joy
To meet with those dear believers;
And my thoughts went forward to the mansions fair,
Which are waiting to receive us.

O rapturous thought! that no tears shall fall
When the ransomed meet in heaven:
E'en penitent grief shall be changed to joy,
Where the crown of live is given.

No faltering tongue shall His praise declare,
In that meeting of saints in glory;
For the love-feast of the Lamb shall hear
Each member tell one story.

A tale of triumph, of victory won
Through the might of the conquering Saviour,—
Of love unmixed from a purified heart,
“Made perfect in love” forever.

God grant us a home with that glorified throng
Who the love of our Lord are recounting,
Who from glory to glory, from grace unto grace,
For ever and ever are mounting!