Beams of Heaven, as I go, Through this wilderness below, Guide my feet in peaceful ways, Turn my midnights into days; When in the darkness I would grope, Faith always sees a star of hope, And soon from all life’s grief and danger, I shall be free some day.
I do not know how long ’twill be, Nor what the future holds for me, But this I know, if Jesus leads me, I shall get home some day.
Oftentimes my sky is clear, Joy abounds without a tear, Though a day so bright begun, Clouds may hide tomorrow’s sun; There’ll be a day that’s always bright, A day that never yields to night, And in its light the streets of glory I shall behold some day.
Harder yet may be the fight, Right may often yield to might, Wickedness awhile may reign, Satan’s cause may seem to gain, There is a God that rules above, With hand of power and heart of love, If I am right, He’ll fight my battle, I shall have peace some day.
Burdens now may crush me down, Disappointments all around, Troubles speak in mournful sigh, Sorrow through a tear stained eye; There is a world where pleasure reigns, No mourning soul shall roam its plains, And to that land of peace and glory I want to go some day.
O golden day! so long desired, Born of a darksome night, Soon shall the waiting earth be fired With thy resplendent light; Soon shall resound the joyous word O’er hill and vale and sea, “One Master, Christ; one Sovereign Lord, And brethren all are we.”
Soon shall the night of darkness cease, It storms no longer roar; The threatening foes of God’s own peace Shall vex His world no more; Ten thousand thousand hearts shall sing The surging harmony, “One Master, Christ; one Savior King, And brethren all are we.”
Sing on, ye chorus of the morn, Lift high the glad refrain, Till o’er the distant isles is borne The sweet triumphant strain; Till every race, with ransomed powers, In loving loyalty Shall sing, “One Master, Christ, is ours, And brethren all are we.”
O golden day! the ages’ crown, Alight with heavenly love, Glad day of promise and renown, On to thy triumph move; When all the world with one accord, In full voiced unity, Shall sing, “One Master, Christ, our Lord, And brethren all are we.”
Back to the blessèd old Bible, Back to the city of God, Back to the oneness of Heaven, Back where the faithful have trod. Back from the land of confusion, Free from the bondage of creeds; Back to the light of the morning, Jesus our Captain leads.
Back to the blessèd old Bible, Back to the light of its word: Be on our banners forever, “Holiness unto the Lord.”
Back to the blessèd old Bible, Saints of Jehovah, rejoice; Jesus is calling His people Back to the land of their choice. Often our fathers had sought it While they in Babel abode, Now we have found the fair city, Church of the living God.
Back to the blessèd old Bible, Leaving confusion and strife; Fleeing from Babel to Zion, Back to the joy of our life. Over the mountain we wandered, Looking in vain for the right, Now in the evening we’ve found it, Truth of the Gospel light.
Back to the blessèd old Bible, Back at the Master’s call, Back to the words of our Savior, Loving, obeying them all. Never in sects to be scattered, Never again to do wrong: Unity, holiness, Heaven, Ever shall be our song.