REST FROM LABOR by H. A. Steinhauer

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 25, 1879

REST FROM LABOR.

By H. A. Steinhauer

How many days of gladness, How many days of care, How many days of sadness, Before we're safely there! But, anchored once in Heaven, The home for which we long, The day that knows no even Will scarce suffice for song.

There safe from sin and sorrow, And freed from ills and care That clouded earth's to-morrow, And wrought us many a snare, Our praise shall swell the anthem Of joy that grandly rolls— Like surging waves of ocean— From hearts of ransomed souls.

The petty ills that grieved us, And trials that were sore,— From these alike death frees us, Nor shall we know them more: The sins 'gainst which we've striven, Temptations which o'ercome,— They all will prove forgiven, Since Christ died for the same.

O blessed, blessed Jesus! No earthly name so sweet! No honor half so precious As lying at thy feet! Here keep me, low, my Master, Nor ever let me stray, Beguiled by earth's allurements, From thy dear cross away.

Sanitarium. H. A. STEINHAUER.