Across the seas, in lands beyond,
The saints and martyrs glow;
How can I stand before Your face
With those who’ve suffered so?
When I’ve forgotten even to pray
For them for days - for weeks;
And I have suffered nothing for
The Kingdom that I seek.
What joy ‘twould be to clasp the hand
Of one who stood for you.
Nor ever denied one single word
Of Yours they knew was true.
Can my eyes ever look in theirs?
(For they have given all) -
And I, who could, can scarcely seem
To speak Your name at all.
Oh, God! I can but wonder -
For I love those saints so true.
I’ve never suffered for Your sake,
But Lord,...I love You too.
Help me, gracious Lord, to do and
Say the things I should;
To stand for right and never deny
One portion of Thy word.
One glorious day we’ll stand before
Thy throne and see Thy face;
Hand in hand we’ll marvel at
The wonder of Your grace.
Thank You, Lord, that time will be
Measured never more;
And I can take eternity
To thank those I adore!
Joan Clifton Costner
“How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news...”