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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · February 11, 1868

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXXI, No. 9

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HEAVENLY LONGINGS.

By C. H. ROGERS

How the longing heart goes out for God, When tossed on life's rude surging tide, When faith points up the narrow road, That leads us to the heavenly bride.

Like a weary child we long to rest, Where sin and sorrow come no more, Our weary heads on Jesus' breast, And know our trials all are o'er.

Dear Jesus, Lord, we sigh for thee, We wait, we watch, we humbly pray, Come set the pining captive free, Cut short the hours of thy delay.

With joy we hail the signs thou'st given, To mark thy swift return again, When we shall reach our long sought haven, And thou shalt take the spoil and reign.

Then blow, ye rudest tempests blow, Though earth's strong pillars all be riven, For in our longing hearts we know, That we are nearing home and Heaven.

C. H. ROGERS.

Mauston, Wis.