Will You and I Be There?
By Alice Brayshaw
When weary with toil, and retirement we seek
In that beautiful city on high,
Have we, as true citizens, learned how to speak
For the land of our Father?
Have I? Have we laid up in store in banks that are safe—
While these fleeting years have swept by—
Provisions which waste not, tho long be our
stay?
Will you feel at home there?
Will I? In that glorified state, when the ransomed shall
stand
With cool, sparkling waters close by,
On the bright sea of glass, with harps in their
hands,
Will you be among them?
Will I? When a mark has been placed on the foreheads
of those
Who because of much wickedness cry,
Will we be among them when the angel comes in?
Or carelessly wait?—
You and I? When weary sojourners at last find a home,
And the dwelling of God is close by;
Where tired ones of earth shall nevermore
roam,—
Have you entered a claim there?
Have I? When redeemed ones of earth to Zion shall come,
And with praises exalt the Most High;
In the fair fields of Eden will we have a share
In the praises of God?—
You and I? In the bright, promised land where the pilgrims
find rest;
O brother! O sister! let's try
To cease our repining and murmurings here,
And enter that rest,—
You and I. When our cases are reached in the great judgment hour,
And our records examined on high,
May pardon be written beside each one's name,
As we stand in our lot,—
You and I.