Poems (Smith)/Beautiful Light
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BEAUTIFUL LIGHT.
The beautiful light heavenward Is no more obscured from view: The Master is beckoning onward,— There is work for me to do.
I'll take up the cross and follow, Isolated from those I love; Bid adieu to grief and sorrow Till I rest in Heaven above.
Then when my work is over, I'll silently glide away,Home to a loving Saviour, Where all is bright as day.