Beyond The Sunset
Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning.
When with our Saviour heaven's begun.
Earth's toiling ended, O glorious dawning
Beyond the sunset when day is done.
Beyond the sunset, no clouds will gather.
No storms will threaten, no fears annoy.
O day of gladness, O day unending.
Beyond the sunset eternal joy.
Beyond the sunset, a hand will guide me,
To God the Father whom I adore.
His glorious presence, His words of welcome,
Will be my portion on that fair shore.
Beyond the sunset, O glad reunion,
With our dear loved ones who've gone before,
In that fair homeland we'll know no parting.
Beyond the sunset forever more.
This is what Blanche Brock said about his hymn, “Beyond the Sunset.” This song was born during a conversation at the dinner table one evening, in 1936, after we diners had watched a very unusual sunset at Winona lake, Indiana, with a blind guest. We went to the dinner table still talking about the impressive spectacle we had witnessed. Our blind guest excitedly remarked that he had never seen a more beautiful sunset. Our blind guest said, “I see through other people’s eyes, and I think I often see more; I see beyond the sunset.” The phrase “beyond the sunset” and the striking inflection of his voice struck me so forcibly, I began singing the first few measures. We then went to the piano and completed the first verse. “You should have a verse about the storm clouds,” our guest urged, and the words for this verse came quickly as well. Recalling how closely our guest had walked with his wife hand in hand together for so many years due to his blindness, the third verse was soon added.
I would like to dedicate this post to my dear friend Lisa and her Family.
I would also like to dedicate this post to Carole who lost her brother also this past summer, and to all those who have lost a loved one at one time or another.
You are in my thoughts and prayers
Love and Hugs