My father's house on high, To reach the land I love; Yet doubts still intervene, The winds and waters cease; "Forever with the Lord!" Father, if 't is Thy will, E'en here, to me fulfill. So shall I never fail: Uphold me, and I needs must stand; Fight, and I shall prevail. So, when my latest breath Shall rend the vail in twain, By death I shall escape from death, Knowing" as I am known," How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "Forever with the Lord!" PARADISE MUST FAIRER BE. From the German of FRIEDRICH RUCKERT. OH, Paradise must fairer be Than any spot below! My spirit pines for liberty; In Paradise, forever clear, The stream of love is flowing, For every tear that I've shed here A pearl therein is glowing. In Paradise alone is rest; Joy breathing, woe-dispelling; For every wounding thorn below, And every joy, that, budding died, Shall open there in bloom; And Spring, in all her flowery pride, Shall waken from the tomb. And all the joys shall meet me there My youth, that fled so soon away, Shall there, be with me every day With bright wings round me playing. All hopes, all wishes, all the love KNOW YE THE LAND? From the German, by Dr. MILLS. KNOW ye the land?—On earth 'twere vainly sought To which the heart in sorrows turns its thought; For this, for this All earthly wish or care, my friends, dismiss! Know ye the way-the rugged path of thorns? It guides, it guides, Know ye that Friend?-In Him a man you see; His hand, His hand Will safely bring us to that Father-Land. THAT SHALL BE FOR THEE AND ME. HORATIUS BONAR. WHAT HAT to that for which we're waiting, Heavenly glory, holy splendor, Heir of glory, That shall be for thee and me! Not the light that leaves us darker, Not the joy whose fruit is woe; That shall be for thee and me! City of the pearl-bright portal, City of the jasper wall, City of the golden pavement, Seat of endless festival; City of JEHOVAH, Salem! City of Eternity! To thy bridal halls of gladness, From this prison would I flee ! That shall be for thee and me! Ah! with such strange spells around me, Fairest of what earth calls fair, How I need thy fairer image As if sin were sin no longer, Heir of glory, What is that to thee and me? |