Time was, when my heart was breaking
For the blue firth and the heather hill,
And the gold hush of a Highland autumn
When time stands still.

Time was, when my eyes looked backward,
Down the vista of vanished years,
And even the gleam of the morning glory
Was dim with tears.

But now I know that the past is gathered
Safe in the cup of my Father's hand;
That loss and sorrow have never entered
The promised land.

The bolt is broken, the door is open,
The curtain riven, the vision clear;
At last I know the kingdom of heaven
Is now, and here.

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