And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn—of heaven.
W. B. Tappan.
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C. M.
Rev. 15:2, 3.
Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise,
Around Jehovah’s throne;
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn—of heaven.
W. B. Tappan.
C. M.
Rev. 15:2, 3.
Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise,
Around Jehovah’s throne;