And gazing upward to the sky, Where million lights appear, We seem to see the heaven beyond, And feel that Christ is near.
The weary day is past and gone, The angels sing again Of glory to the God on high And “Peace, good will toward men.”
We seem to hear beyond the night The music soft and sweet; And laying all our burdens down, We rest at Jesus’ feet.
Our trusting hearts and hope of heaven Have banished doubt and care, And Christ is waiting to forgive,— To answer every prayer.
This love immortal is our guide, And shorter seems the way; Beyond the stars and night of earth Is home and endless day.
ONLY.
By courtesy of Ladies’ World, New York City.
It was only a gleam of sunshine After a day of gloom, Yet it brought it’s warmth and blessing To a dreary, darkened room.
It was only a strain of music Wafted upon the air, Yet a heart caught up it’s meaning, Till Peace was a sovereign there.