WHO SHALL DWELL THERE?
By J. U. Cottrell
Oh! who shall inhabit that pure land of light,
Where joys, hopes, and pleasures, shall never know blight;
Where the fair tree of life, too, forever shall stand,
To nourish the dwellers in that happy land? Oh! who shall recline 'neath the evergreen tree,
And talk of the river of life which they see;
And gaze on its banks as it passes along,
And there join in singing a beautiful song? All they who are patient while dwelling below,
In sickness, in sorrow, in pain, and in woe;
All they that are faithful and true every time,
Shall inherit that beautiful country sublime. Yes, they that in meekness here follow the Lord,
Obeying each precept of his holy word;
Those, these are the ones that shall ever enjoy
That bright land of bliss without any alloy.
J. U. COTTRELL.