REST WEARY SOUL, THE PENALTY IS BORNE. ANONYMOUS, EST, weary soul, RE The penalty is borne, the ransom paid, Strive not thyself to do what Christ has done; Rest, weary heart, From all thy silent griefs and secret pain, Rest, weary head; Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb; Rest, sweetly rest. Rest, spirit free, In the green pasture of the heavenly shore, THE GOLDEN STREET. WILLIAM O. STODDARD. HE toil is very long and I am tired: THE Oh, Father, I am weary of the way! Give me that rest I have so long desired; Bring me that Sabbath's cool refreshing day, And let the fever of my world-worn feet Press the cool smoothness of the golden street. Tired-very tired! And I at times have seen, When the far pearly gates were open thrown For those who walked no more with me, the green Sweet foliage of the trees that there alone At last wave over those whose world-worn feet Press the cool smoothness of the golden street. When the gates open and before they closeSad hours but holy-I have watched the tide Whose living crystal there forever flows Before the throne, and sadly have I sighed To think how long until my world-worn feet Press the cool smoothness of the golden street. They shall not wander from that blessed way; Trouble them more who once have entered in; And think of those dear souls whose world-worn feet Tired-very tired!-but I will patient be, I too shall walk beside the crystal sea, And pluck the ripe fruit all that God-lit day, A LITTLE WHILE THE VIGIL KEEPING. JANE CREWDSON. FOR the peace which floweth as a river, Making life's desert places bloom and smile! O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright "forever" Amid the shadows of earth's "little while!" A little while for patient vigil-keeping, A little while to wear the weeds of sadness, A little while midst shadow and delusion A little while the earthen pitcher taking, A little while to keep the oil from failing, And he who is himself the Gift and Giver— ASPIRATIONS FOR HEAVEN. They desire a better country, that is a heavenly.-Heb. 11: 16. We rejoice in hope of the glory of God.-Rom. 5:a. Nevertheless we, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness.-2 Peter 3: 13. Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away and be at rest.Psa. 55; 6. |