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Heaven Ever Near to Me

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Feb 12, 1914

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 91, No. 7.

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Heaven Ever Near to Me

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN
If heaven would mean more this morn to me, How bright its radiant beams would flood my world, And darkness vanquish with its doubting furled; The dull routine and treadmill of the day Aflame would waft in incense sweet away, Since heaven would mean more each hour to me.
If heaven alway seemed more near to me, How real the angel guard who walks beside, And dismal fear my faith would swift deride; The hasty word would fail and courage rise While sensing my companion of the skies, For heaven ever would be near to me.
If heaven were divinely close to me, What wondrous cadences of music sweet! Earth’s discord harsh my spirit scarce would greet, And all the minor tones that sorrows lend Would with the harmony of seraphs blend, Since heaven’s melody would compass me.
Lord, let my heart abide fore’er with thee To know the beauty of thy purity And learn the power of thy constancy; So may I sense the fullness of thy grace, And here find refuge in thy dwelling place, For heaven ever will be near to me.
Portland, Oregon.