The Secret of the Creation Part 2

We will meet King Jesus out upon the great highway, in songs of high praise.

In the light of his spirit, dwelling in rest forever, given by the Ancient of Days.

They have been making up the great train of Zion, through the ages she stands by.

Soon the hosts of our Father's glory shall come sweeping through the sky.

The great conductor is standing in the depot, by the gates of praise he stands by.

Waiting for the saints of the whole creation, to be ready to receive his train from the sky.

The music sounds out over the nations, the bells are ringing on every sea.

I am going to march with the saints to Zion, while the bells are tolling for me.

A Praise--The Rivers

I wrought not these miracles by any zest of mine.

The angels keep watch over the rivers, that float down by the steeps of time.

He wrote with his hand upon the marble, the songs of Zion's chimes.

The angels watch through the stillness until the morning time.

He said, "I will not forsake thee or leave thee in despair alone.

The angels and my spirit shall guard upon the rivers, all those that are my own."

We believed him when he descended, and the mountain smoked with his mighty power.

The music rang out over the hosts, as sang heaven's mighty choir.

We believe him now while ascending up the steeps of time.

With the angels close by the rivers, that lead up to the heights of Zion.

You cannot believe him except his spirit makes himself known unto thee.

Or even in all your wisdom you will sail upon the unknown sea.

Praise Alleuher Ye Saints

We thank thee, O Great Alleuher, for a redeemer; one who taught us of your way.

That we should walk in the light of Zion 'till we enter one eternal day.

That we should know from the hills of Zion, Alleuher in beauty has shone forth.

He made our low way in the sin's dark valley s.h.i.+ne more brighter than any day.

He came to the King of all the nations, King supreme, grand and true, He gave to the people the spirit of salvation to make the soul anew.

This to us the spirit whispers, music more than we mortals sing.

To our hearts ring the bells of heaven, we are the children of that great king.

A High Praise

We thank thee, O Great Alleuher, for a prophet, one to teach us in this day.

All glitt'ring in thy truth of light, s.h.i.+ning along our misty way.

We whose minds are sealed over, and are driven far away, Come seeking unto Zion's light in the evening time of day.

The Lord of hosts in these mountains, O his gracious power, Comes scatt'ring the aged long night, he is our refuge in every hour.

A High Praise--The Judgment

Light, great light, Alleuher's high spirit, that s.h.i.+nes above the day, Searching the souls of the living things, calling his children from sin away.

I will not grow weary in the times, which others may fear.

He shall return at the end of each year.

I will wait for his glory s.h.i.+ning through all creation unto my spirit to appear.

My soul sings by the rivers millions of songs of thee.

All through the ages thou hast truly been with me, guarding my spirit from sin's reveries.

I see out in the fields of memory, a light which gleams across the night of mist to me.

By its rays I walk as in times of past along by the sh.o.r.es of the old, old sea.

I have found no mystic treasure hidden in the mines of long ago.

He has kept for me a light in heaven's window, burning bright in its intrinsic glow.

I see by the gleam of the yesterdays, the things of today's revene.

I see the lane that leads over the river of tomorrow's bridged stream.

My treasure has never been hidden, or cast away by the hand of wroth.

But kept a gift of mercy, burnished bright from the dust of moth.

I walked for a day by s.h.i.+lo's river, out in the land; I compa.s.sed the rays of Eden, And harked to listen at the call of Zion upon the golden strands.

I pa.s.s from ages unto ages, I am a child of time.

I cannot return or choose the wrath that I would gather, as I pa.s.s by the gates of my own mind.

If I pa.s.s over the divide, the world shall see the things that Jehovah lent to me.

That great light for which his son once died on Calvary.