THE EVERLASTING REST. THOMAS H. GILL. "There remaineth a rest for the people of God." PATIENT art Thou, Lord, and gracious With Thy servants in their woe; In Thy sight the tears are precious Heirs of rest eternal, so? Hast Thou nought for them that love Thee, Boundless Giver! For Thine own a rest remains. Would they for some treasure tarry, Theirs the everlasting rest. Spare them, Lord, no task diurnal, Heirs of rest forevermore. NATURE OF HEAVEN. Here below a glorious gladness Maketh sweet their toils and pains; For Thine own a rest remains. HOW GLORIOUS MUST THE MANSION BE. REGINALD HEBER. I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen I praised the sun, whose chariot rolled O God! O good beyond compare! Where Thy redeemed shall dwell with Thee! THE BETTER LAND. Mrs. FELICIA HEMANS. “I HEAR thee speak of the better land; Thou call'st its children a happy band; Mother! O where is that radiant shore,Shall we not seek it and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance through the myrtle boughs?" "Not there, not there, my child!" "Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, "Not there, not there, my child!" "Is it far away in some region old Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold,- "Not there, not there, my child! "Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy! It is there, it is there, my child!" O joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, Of every triumph won, And sing through endless days Look up, ye saints of God, In uncomplaining love; THE SECOND DAY OF CREATION. T. WHYTEHead. HIS world I deem But a beautiful dream Of shadows that are not what they seem, Where visions rise, Giving dim surmise Of the things that shall meet our waking eyes. |