WHEN SHALL IT BE?
“And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.“In the midst of the street of it, and on another side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month, and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”—Rev.
“And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
“In the midst of the street of it, and on another side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month, and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”—Rev.
When shall I taste of that pure river,Flowing near the throne?When shall I drink and live forever,Far from sorrow flown?When shall I bathe my fever’d spiritIn the limpid stream?When shall I Heaven’s joys inherit—Ended life’s short dream?When shall the tree of life wave o’er me,Bearing precious fruit,When shall the healing sap restore me,Springing from its root?When shall I taste the fruit, and never,Never hunger more?When shall I droop no more forever,Pain and anguish o’er?Not till I reach my home in Heaven,All life’s journey trod;Not till my sins are all forgivenBy the grace of God!
When shall I taste of that pure river,Flowing near the throne?When shall I drink and live forever,Far from sorrow flown?When shall I bathe my fever’d spiritIn the limpid stream?When shall I Heaven’s joys inherit—Ended life’s short dream?When shall the tree of life wave o’er me,Bearing precious fruit,When shall the healing sap restore me,Springing from its root?When shall I taste the fruit, and never,Never hunger more?When shall I droop no more forever,Pain and anguish o’er?Not till I reach my home in Heaven,All life’s journey trod;Not till my sins are all forgivenBy the grace of God!
When shall I taste of that pure river,Flowing near the throne?When shall I drink and live forever,Far from sorrow flown?
When shall I taste of that pure river,
Flowing near the throne?
When shall I drink and live forever,
Far from sorrow flown?
When shall I bathe my fever’d spiritIn the limpid stream?When shall I Heaven’s joys inherit—Ended life’s short dream?
When shall I bathe my fever’d spirit
In the limpid stream?
When shall I Heaven’s joys inherit—
Ended life’s short dream?
When shall the tree of life wave o’er me,Bearing precious fruit,When shall the healing sap restore me,Springing from its root?
When shall the tree of life wave o’er me,
Bearing precious fruit,
When shall the healing sap restore me,
Springing from its root?
When shall I taste the fruit, and never,Never hunger more?When shall I droop no more forever,Pain and anguish o’er?
When shall I taste the fruit, and never,
Never hunger more?
When shall I droop no more forever,
Pain and anguish o’er?
Not till I reach my home in Heaven,All life’s journey trod;Not till my sins are all forgivenBy the grace of God!
Not till I reach my home in Heaven,
All life’s journey trod;
Not till my sins are all forgiven
By the grace of God!