We Seek a Better Country.
By C. P. Whitford
PRESS on ! the country thou seekest to win,
Is unclouded by sorrow, unsullied by sin ;
Press onward through trial, while yet there is day,
While light is around thee to point out the way.
Bright seraphs and martyrs, when victory is won,
Will welcome thee home, when thy work here is done.
The sands of the desert may gather in might,
And sweep from thy pathway all beauty and light,
But fear not to climb the perilous steep ;
For angels are with thee to guide and to keep.
Then onward and upward, so shalt thou at last
Enter the mansions prepared for the blest.
Press bravely on ! thou seekest to win
A country unclouded by sorrow and sin,
Where, free from the trials that here are now borne,
We all shall be happy in Eden’s fair home.
Oh!’ who does not long for a resting-place there,
In that beautiful country so bright and so fair,
Where Jesus and angels, with harps of pure gold,
Together with prophets and martyrs of old,
Will make all the heavenly arches to ring
In the song of redemption ; for joy will they sing.
Then onward, press onward, through sorrow and care,
Remembering that Jesus will hear every prayer.
And angels from glory, commissioned, will come,
To aid and encourage toward Eden, thy home.—C. P. Whitford.