For the "Watch Tower."
So long have I dreamed of the beautiful
That a touch of its sunshine has lit up
Its chords are all thrilling with music
And its song is forever, "Dear Jesus is
The Bird, when the tempest is raging
Flies in haste to her dear little nest in
Thus safe 'neath his wing I can sweetly
And sing on forever "Dear Jesus is mine!"
When beautiful Eden awakes from the
And the conflict of ages of sorrow
In the great restitution, of glory divine,
I'll still sing in Paradise, "Jesus is mine!"
VESTA N. JOHNSON.