It is to rest from pain, From grief, from doubt, from fear: It is to rest with Him, Whom now unseen we trust, A perfect cloudless rest, HEAVEN. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain; for the former things are passed away.”. Rev. xxi. 4. No weary wasting of the frame away, No fearful shrinking from the midnight air, No hidden grief, No wild and cheerless vision of despair, No tearful eyes, no broken hearts, are there. Care has no home Within the realm of ceaseless prayer and song; The storm's black wing Is never spread athwart celestial skies; Its wailings blend not with the voice of spring, As some too tender floweret fades and dies. No night distils Its chilling dews upon the tender frame, No parted friends O'er mournful recollections have to weep; No blasted flower, Or withered bud, celestial gardens know; No battle word Startles the sacred host with fear and dread; Let us depart, If home like this await the weary soul. Look up, thou stricken one! Thy wounded heart Shall bleed no more at sorrow's stern control. With faith our guide, White-robed and innocent, to lead the way, THE FAMILY IN HEAVEN AND EARTH. Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named."- Eph. iii. 15. COME, let us join our friends above, That have obtained the prize; And on the eagle wings of love, Let saints below in concert sing, One family, we dwell in him; One army of the living God, To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, Each moment, to their endless home, And we are to the margin come, And soon expect to die. Dear Saviour, be our constant guide, Bid death's cold flood and stream divide, And land us safe in heaven. C. WESLEY. THOUGHTS OF ETERNITY. "And fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power."-1 Thess. i. 11. THOU God of glorious majesty, Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Secure! insensible! A point of time, a moment's space, O God, mine inmost soul convert, Give me to feel their solemn weight, Before me place in dread array Be this my one great business here, Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, WESLEY. |