May our lives be as a sunbeam,
Each day beaming fair and bright;
Leading someone’s wearied soul,
From the darkness to the light.
When our work on earth is finished,
And life’s race has been run;
May we hear a voice from heaven,
Saying, it was faithfully done.
Then on the other side of Jordan,
Where all things are bright and fair;
Where the angels are sweetly singing,
There a crown and robe we’ll wear.
No more sickness, no more sorrow,
No more death we’ll feel or see;
But with Jesus and His angels,
We shall dwell eternally.
[WAR—ITS HORRORS]
Unnumbered tears the nations now are shedding,
Unnumbered drops of blood are yet to flow;
Unnumbered souls the call to arms are dreading,
But silently and humbly they go.
Unnumbered mothers’ hearts are aching,
Unnumbered homes have lost a noble son;
Unnumbered orphans this war is making,
And still, sorrows have just begun.
The wickedness of men has caused this war,
And God can only tell who is to win.
From God’s ways they have strayed so far,
Until they are lost in darkness and sin.
Who knows what God has planned for coming ages?
Who knows what the morrow will bring?
Yet, over honor and wealth each nation rages,
While nature of its Creator sings.
Oh, nations of the earth, the day is nearing
When the Son of God is coming to judge the world.
Instead of strife, His name all should be fearing,
For the flag of His wrath shall be unfurled.