1 Rejoice, rejoice, O child of light,
Unknown to earthly fame;
Far, far beyond these scenes of night
Shines forth your humble name;
By angel band, at God’s command,
With joy ‘twas written down;
On that blest day you sought the way
To win a fadeless crown.
2 Rejoice, rejoice, ye homeless saints,
Who own no mansion here;
Forever cease your sad complaints,
And dry each falling tear;
Far, far away, in endless day,
Where dwell the good and true,
A mansion stands, not made with hands,
All fitted up for you.
3 Rejoice, rejoice, ye weary ones,
Who long with cares have striv’n,
For brighter far than many suns
Shines forth your name in heav’n;
To that fair shore shall come no more
The ills we suffer here;
Those regions blest give perfect rest,
And life without a tear.
4 Then let us cease to envy those
Who gain earth’s pomp and pow’r;
Their glory, like the fadeless rose,
Is only for an hour;
But we shall live where God doth give
Eternal life and love;
With the gate our dear ones wait,
To welcome us above.
Rev. John H. Yates, was born in Batavia, N. Y., November 31, 1837. He was educated at the Batavia Union School, but at the age of eighteen was forced to engage in business as a clerk to help maintain his aged parents. For several years he was with his brother, Thomas Yates, in the shoe business; afterwards, for seven years, salesman in G. B. Worthington's hardware store. In 1871 he took charge of the fancy goods department in E. L. & G. D. Kenyon's double store and remained there fifteen years. In 1886 he was called to be local editor of the Progressive Batavian, and filled the position nearly ten years. When twenty-one years of age Mr. Yates was licensed to preach in the Methodist church, but was not ordained until 1897. For nearly seven y… Go to person page >