AT EASE IN ZION by Horatius Bonar

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 21, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 40.

AT EASE IN ZION.

By Horatius Bonar

At ease in Zion! What are souls to him? He rests on roses, while the world is dying; Millions are passing on to their long doom, The nations in profoundest darkness lying, For love and help and healing vainly to us crying.

At ease in Zion! Can a soul redeemed, That should, while here, be solemn vigils keeping, Sit idly on its couch of luxury, When the world lies in saddest slumber sleeping, In pleasure's deepest draught its senses madly steeping?

At ease in Zion! Where is then the cross, The Master's cross, all pain and shame defying? Where is the true disciple's cross and cup, The daily conflict, and the daily dying, The fearless front of faith, the noble self-denying?

At ease in Zion! Shall no sense of shame Arouse us from our self-indulgent dreaming? No pity for the world? No love to Him Who braved life's sorrow and man's disesteeming, Us to God's light and joy by his dark death redeeming?

—Horatius Bonar.