I love the quiet peace of the morning as I look out my window to the east, the warm sunshine streaming in -- thankful for my eyes to behold the beauty of the earth all around me, and thinking of the beautiful little verse--the last verse of the wonderful book of Psalms -- "Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord."
And sometimes, in the quietness of the morning, the Lord brings to my mind a song that I haven't heard for a long time, and it is always a sweet blessing to my heart. I trust that it will be a blessing to you today, as well.
"There's a holy and beautiful city, whose Builder and Ruler is God;
John saw it descending from heaven, when Patmos in exile he trod.
Its high, massive wall is of Jasper; the city itself is pure Gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded, mine eyes shall its glory behold.
No sin is allowed in that city, and nothing defiling nor mean;
No pain and no sickness can enter; no crape in that city is seen;
Earth's sorrows and cares are forgotten; no tempter is there to annoy;
No parting words ever are spoken; there's nothing to hurt and destroy.
No heartaches are known in that city; no tears ever moisten the eye;
There's no disappointment in heaven, no envy and strife in the sky.
The saints are all sanctified wholly; they live in sweet harmony there.
My heart now is set on that city, and someday its blessings I'll share.
My loved ones are gathering yonder; my friends are fast passing away;
And soon I may join their bright number, and dwell in eternity's day.
They're safe now in glory with Jesus; their trials and battles are past;
They overcame sin and the tempter; they've reached that fair city at last.
In that bright city, pearly white city,
I have a mansion, a harp, and a crown.
Now I am watching, waiting, and longing
For the white city John saw coming down."
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