While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.’
“And Bonar, the Presbyterian, will not be left behind as he sings of the land
‘Where none shall beckon us away,
Nor bid our festival be done;
Our meeting time the eternal day,
Our meeting place the eternal throne.
Then, hand in hand, firm linked at last,
And heart to heart enfolded all,
We’ll smile upon the troubled past