How blessed the thought—the Day of To-morrow!
When Glory’s bright Sun shall banish all sorrow;
When the trials of life shall be over; and never
Draw us from our love, for ever and ever.
I long for the day! The night has been dreary.
To tarry and pray, the flesh becomes weary.
I long for the voice, God’s servants awaking,
That soon shall announce that that day is breaking.
O, then shall our eyes refrain from all weeping,
And our eyelids no more shall be heavy with sleeping,
When death is disarmed of his trident of terror,
And sin has no charms for ever and ever.
Let weary ones sing! How can they be fearful?
Since Christ is our King, our hearts will be cheerful
I long for the day, ‘mid this wreck of commotion,
To land me safe home in eternity’s ocean.
– William Miller (published in Sylvester Bliss’ Memoirs of William Miller)
