The Vision of Prophecy and Other Poems By James D. Burns ... Second Edition |
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THE BETTER HOPE. |
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XXIII. THE BETTER HOPE.
O never shall the weary rest,
Nor joy to drooping hearts be given,
Till, like a vision pure and blest,
Upon them hope has dawned from Heaven.
In Earth's cold soil no balm may grow
To cure the deepest wounds we feel;
The world moves onwards with its woe,
And mocks the grief it cannot heal.
Nor joy to drooping hearts be given,
Till, like a vision pure and blest,
Upon them hope has dawned from Heaven.
In Earth's cold soil no balm may grow
To cure the deepest wounds we feel;
The world moves onwards with its woe,
And mocks the grief it cannot heal.
No bliss unfading walks the earth
Which is not native to the sky;
The power must be of heavenly birth
Which gives us peace that will not die;
Then, only then, our spirits greet
A hope immortally their own,—
When, at the Saviour's gentle feet,
They lay their every burden down.
Which is not native to the sky;
The power must be of heavenly birth
Which gives us peace that will not die;
Then, only then, our spirits greet
A hope immortally their own,—
When, at the Saviour's gentle feet,
They lay their every burden down.
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In Him, through all the storms, and strife,
And weariness of time they rest;
This hope, the anchor of their life,
Which keeps them safe, and makes them blest.
To Him, and to His cross, it clings
With sacred constancy and true;
And to the trustful heart it brings
Not only peace but pureness too.
And weariness of time they rest;
This hope, the anchor of their life,
Which keeps them safe, and makes them blest.
To Him, and to His cross, it clings
With sacred constancy and true;
And to the trustful heart it brings
Not only peace but pureness too.
Unquenched is still that guiding star
Which shone of old in eastern skies;
Still, all that follow from afar
It leads to where the Saviour lies;
There, only there, the weary rest,
And joy to sorrowing hearts is given,—
There, hope immortal fills the breast,
And all around gleams light from Heaven!
Which shone of old in eastern skies;
Still, all that follow from afar
It leads to where the Saviour lies;
There, only there, the weary rest,
And joy to sorrowing hearts is given,—
There, hope immortal fills the breast,
And all around gleams light from Heaven!
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