They shall see Him in the crimson flush <br />Of morning's early light, <br />In the drapery of sunset, <br />Around the couch of night. <br /> <br />When the clouds drop down their fatness, <br />In late and early rain, <br />They shall see His glorious footprints <br />On valley, hill and plain. <br /> <br />They shall see Him when the cyclone <br />Breathes terror through the land; <br />They shall see Him 'mid the murmurs <br />Of zephyrs soft and bland. <br /> <br />They shall see Him when the lips of health, <br />Breath vigor through each nerve, <br />When pestilence clasps hands with death, <br />His purposes to serve. <br /> <br />They shall see Him when the trembling earth <br />Is rocking to and fro; <br />They shall see Him in the order <br />The seasons come and go. <br /> <br />They shall see Him when the storms of war <br />Sweep wildly through the land; <br />When peace descends like gentle dew <br />They still shall see His hand. <br /> <br />They shall see Him in the city <br />Of gems and pearls of light, <br />They shall see Him in his beauty, <br />And walk with Him in white. <br /> <br />To living founts their feet shall tend, <br />And Christ shall be their guide, <br />Beloved of God, their rest shall be <br />In safety by His side.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pure-in-heart-shall-see-god/
