The tears shall be wiped from our eyes And shout to the trumpet of God. WILL ANY BE WATCHING FOR ME? From Poems of Home Life. WHEN mysterious whispers are floating about, Shall summon me hence from the slippery shore When I look with changed eyes at the home of the blest, Far out of the reach of the sea, Will any one stand at that beautiful gate Waiting and watching for me? There are friendless and suffering strangers around, There are dear ones at home I may bless with my love, There are old and forsaken, who linger awhile But the reaper is near to the long-standing corn, Be waiting and watching for me? There are little ones glancing about on my path There are dim little eyes looking up into mine, But Jesus may beckon the children away I may be brought there by the manifold grace Of the Saviour who loved to forgive, Though I bless not the hungry ones near to my side, Only pray for myself while I live; But I think I should mourn o'er my selfish neglect, If no one should stand at that beautiful gate GIVE ME THE WINGS OF FAITH. G ISAAC WATTS. IVE me the wings of faith to rise The saints above, how great their joys, Once they were mourning here below, I ask them whence their victory came; Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, They marked the footsteps that He trod; Our glorious Leader claims our praise, 'M LAMBS OF THE UPPER FOLD. ID the pastures green of the blesséd isles, Where the light of life is the Shepherd's smile, Where the lilies blossom in fadeless spring, Where the glad new song is the song they sing, There are tiny mounds where the hopes of earth, Were laid 'neath the tear-wet mould, But the light that paled at the stricken hearth, Was joy to the Upper Fold: Oh, the white stone beareth a new name now, And the tender Shepherd doth guard with care FATHER, I LONG, I FAINT. ISAAC WATTS. ATHER, I long, I faint to see I'd leave Thy earthly courts and flee Here I behold Thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight; I'd part with all the joys of sense There all the heavenly hosts are seen, There at thy feet with awful fear The adoring armies fall; With joy they shrink to nothing there, The more Thy glories strike my eyes, Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise OUR EVERLASTING PORTION. THOMAS H. GILL. "Whom have I in Heaven but Thee, and whom on earth do I desire in comparison with Thee?" I HAIL you not, Mansions Divine, Because ye are peaceful and fair; Yes, Lover Divine, Thou art loved, |