  Here is not the place of rest, Where sin and sorrow reign; Where sighs and tears show that the heart Is filled with grief and pain; Where flowers bloom but to decay; Where sweet emotions cannot stay, But come to go again. Now is not the time of rest, While work is to be done; While every moment hastens by, And is for ever gone; While souls are lying in the might Of Satan, and the shade of night Is threatening to quench the light And leave our work undone. There in yon firmament on high, Amongst the good and blest, Where angels sing and seraphs praise— The brightest and the best— There will our songs for ever rise To God, the Object of all eyes, There we will find in heavenly skies The place and time to rest. Rev. F. J. Ochse. [Image of decorative bar not available.] |
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