THE PILGRIM'S REST by J. R. Oram, M. D.

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 2, 1867

THE PILGRIM'S REST.

By J. R. Oram, M. D.

The Lord hath a rest for the weary, And mansions of jasper and gold, With landscapes that never look dreary, And pleasures that never grow old; The skies are all curtained with glory, His love giveth light as the sun, And the river of life harps the story Of Death and the Victory won.

The Lord liveth there with his people, His children redeemed by his blood; And the bells chime in joy from each steeple As joy rolleth on in a flood; Resoundeth the organ of Heaven, Untold the pearl gates of the East, And the stars clap their hands, as the even Spreads out her perpetual feast.

None enter therein but the lowly, The lovers of God and of men, And they become angels of glory, Are active in uses again; The Lord giveth wisdom, and spreadeth His Universe out to the look; And the archives of God the child readeth As in earth-time he read in a book.

—J. R. Oram, M. D.