“The sunny hours of childhood!”
How pleasant, fresh, and bright;
But, like the morning sunbeams,
They quickly take their flight.
O’er hearts that now are lightest
A cloud may soon arise,
And faces that are brightest
Be dimm’d by tearful eyes.
If we would glow with gladness,
The path of pleasure trace,
Then we, to banish sadness,
Must gaze on Jesus’ face.
‘Tis sunshine to be dwelling
Where all is Light and Love;
And bliss, all thought excelling,
To rest in Christ above.
He is the Sun and centre
Of heaven’s delightsome land;
And blest are they who enter,
And in His presence stand,
The Lamb adoring, praising,
Who once on earth was slain;
To God the Father raising
The ever joyous strain.
ML 03/30/1902