He shall return at the end of each year.
I will wait for his glory shining through all creation unto my spirit to appear.
My soul sings by the rivers millions of songs of thee.
All through the ages thou hast truly been with me, guarding my spirit from sin's reveries.
I see out in the fields of memory, a light which gleams across the night of mist to me.
By its rays I walk as in times of past along by the shores of the old, old sea.
I have found no mystic treasure hidden in the mines of long ago.
He has kept for me a light in heaven's window, burning bright in its intrinsic glow.
I see by the gleam of the yesterdays, the things of today's revene.
I see the lane that leads over the river of tomorrow's bridged stream.
My treasure has never been hidden, or cast away by the hand of wroth.
But kept a gift of mercy, burnished bright from the dust of moth.
I walked for a day by Shilo's river, out in the land; I compassed the rays of Eden,
And harked to listen at the call of Zion upon the golden strands.
I pass from ages unto ages, I am a child of time.
I cannot return or choose the wrath that I would gather, as I pass by the gates of my own mind.
If I pass over the divide, the world shall see the things that Jehovah lent to me.
That great light for which his son once died on Calvary.