Here-There | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Jan 27, 1876

Here—There.

HERE—are flowers that fade and perish, Treasures, moth and rust consume; Brightest hopes, our hearts can cherish, Sink at last in hope and gloom.

There—are plants forever vernal, Blooming on that peaceful shore; There the tree of life eternal, There are pleasures evermore.

Here—we trill the sportive measure, And we build our hopes so high; But the sweetest song of pleasure Bears the burdens of a sigh.

There—no fears, no sighs can enter, Where the nations glory bring; There alone perfections center, And the chief is Christ, our King.

Here—we chase the gilded bubble, Strange, delusive dreams pursue; Few our days and full of trouble, Full of sin and sorrow, too.

There—the pure in heart and spirit See their God, and near him stand; There the ransomed souls inherit Length of days at God's right hand.

Shall we longer grope and grovel With our hearts by sin ensnared? Still abide in wretched hovel, When those mansions are prepared?

Shall we not, with souls awaking, Strive to lay up treasures there, And in earnest, sins forsaking, For those mansions now prepare?