“Sing it by all means,” cried Oscar; and his wife cheerfully obeyed:—
“I’m waiting for the dawn of day,
When joy shall end earth’s sin and sadness,
When every shade shall pass away—
The world, with all its guilt and madness.
Oh, how happy—Christ possessing—
Close, close to Him, the Fount of Blessing.
His smile so bright,
My joy, delight,
And every thought a thought of pleasure.”