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A Praise--The Answer
When through this orchard life we cease to wander; when comes the close of the years.
Let us cross over the river and rest in the beautiful valley beyond the shadows of tears.
Shall we gather by the river, just out yonder?
Shall we meet somewhere after a while?
As the evening draws nearer, upon the long road as we wander, greeted by our redeemer's smile.
If I should see the glories of the saints up yonder, and should hear their glad refrain, All glittering over the world, His hosts upon higher plains, I shall know I am one of his train.
We will watch their ways from the still mountains. The days of man on earth we know.
Changing as the drifting snow, till the Redeemer calls together the souls from sorrow here below.
A High Praise
From Samaria to s.h.i.+lo Jesus walked along one day.
A great host came praising him through the way.
A blind man was Barnabas, who heard some one say, "It is Jesus the prophet of Galilee--unto whom the people praise and pray."
This we say to you that you may be content, and in your place to stay.
Then Barnabas said to his friend, a man who also could not see: "I'll tell you I think this prophet is nowise of Galilee.
But Jehovah's own son, who has come to earth that such as we may see."
The light s.h.i.+nes from our father's throne to the living man, out over the earth and the seas.
Then he cried, "O Mosier, you son in the house of David, show mercy unto such as we be."
Then Mosier said, "you that callest unto me speak in truth clear and plain.
For behold I go up to Judah and there for the world to be slain.
That I should arise from the dead today, in my father's glory to reign."
A Praise
Strive not to make lies your refuge, it is the fire of sorrow and woe.
Let not satan deceive you as along the way you go.
If you have not the truth of Mosier with you, life truly is in vain.
It will turn to sorrow as in the revelrie you seek for honor and fame.
You cannot hide behind falsehood, for investment behind the screen.
It will turn to vexation, all your deeds are plainly seen.
Your might soon fades in the swelling vortex as brown changes the green.
And when you can strive no longer, Satan's falsehoods hover over the scene.
But if you should have the spirit of Mosier with you and have him for your friend today, He will give you high life and glory, you will have a good time all the way.
Then when the old house begins to shatter, brighter is life's star above the day.
The angels linger near to bear the ransomed soul away.
A Praise--The Kingdom
Over the eastern star s.h.i.+lo's light will s.h.i.+ne.
Through the many that is dimly burning ascends high the light of Zion.
He to reign for a thousand years, the seas the rocks obey.
Preparing the world for his father's throne, through all the souls to him that pray.
The saints with him to reign for a thousand years, the rest of the dead is a long time gone.
The angels with him shall reign, the great infinite throng.
When the souls and the hills are all prepared; when the seas are overcome, The kingdom of all creation he delivers up as an obedient son.
The Song of the Serpent
We went to Calvary and stood just away. The prince of glory was there, in the hands of the people, who crucified him that day: Out on Judah's green hills, arrayed in the light of white and gray.
We went to watch through the ages, the things that the wicked would do. The works of the evil all the way through. They have crucified his saints in all nations of the earth. All of his saints that were true.
From the gates above Zion the Lord shall descend. His fiery wheels flaming with power--scattering the wicked of men.
Who have slaughtered his saints in prisons of horrid death; whosoever were known among them.
A billion angels at his right, intermingling with others--the saints of might. Who has ascended from death, enthroned with his light. Those that were burned in the fire by the wicked, to spite. Comes inclosing the evil in their eternal dark night.
The voice of the serpent,--that whispers from the mire of the sea. Or that sigh of the evil, from the dust ascending before thee. Each soul is still weeping--each heart in sorrow alone. Or that mind of the living that fell from his great throne.
What joy thought the evil, that wandered in sorrow's broad trend. My soul has heard a wailing, as the song of the serpent by men. O souls what ail thee, its envy's dark cloud broader than the earth, and deeper than the sea.
Spread over the spirits--their wicked melee.
They were a war of those that danced, in the trend of sorrow's vulgar wail. As the serpent held them by the hand, they knew that they were inshrouded in the evil dark vale. But "lo, lo," cried the company, "you shall not from us depart, for even the soul that shall fail."
Your door that stands closed, as a storm that darkens the noon. O soul of envy atroped senility that bloom. O you mind of the wicked, the close of the day has arriven so soon. No deeds of mercy, no work was begun, for in the heart of the wicked, the race was never run.
You saints as the eagle from the heavens that cry. You mountains of love all glorious and white ascending so high. O beautiful souls, Mosier's hosts, in all creation stand by. Watching over the earth and its hosts, no mind of the living can die.
O beautiful songs from the great throne that be. To the mind of all living--yet heard only by thee. The hosts of the heaven as the winds or the waves of the sea. Giving to every soul who has understanding and a portion of light for me.
Alleuher is not mocked by the race, or the evil within. Not by those who have fallen and rage, you terrors of sin: He keeps his city and its hosts of the earth and the air. The hours of the evil shall approach, but none of them shall come there, to that beautiful Zion, that city so fair.
Alleuher holds the order of life. All things in their hosts and zones. A power is with them, for they are his own. A lion and an eagle and a bull and the image of a man living in his glory, and bearing to and fro his great throne. His spirit descending through the hosts, the souls of all men is known. His salvation for his saints, his glory in order is shown.