THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH. РЕАСЕ. My soul, there is a country Afar beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry, All skilful in the wars. There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious friend, And (O my soul awake!) Did in pure love descend, To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace The rose that cannot wither Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave, then, thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure, But One who never changes Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure. 769 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, Let cares like a wild deluge come, ISAAC WATTS. THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH. HEAR What God the Lord hath spoken: Shall no more perplex your ways; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And, lest our feet should step astray, And the herds desert the stall Should Thine altered hand restrain Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe; Give us Thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by Thee. |