THE FUTURE REST | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 15, 1857

THE FUTURE REST.

'Mid this desert's dreariness— 'Mid its watchings, weariness— Lord we pray thy people bless; Exiles on a foreign strand, Strangers in a stranger's land, Guide them by thy own right hand.

Thou who ancient Israel led, And in Syria's desert fed, Still impart the blessed bread; And amid this moral waste, Bid the "remnant" onward haste, To the anti-type of rest.

Travel-stained and toil-worn they, Like their leader in the way, Still they go, they cannot stay; Patiently the cross they bear, And the Saviour's sufferings share, Heaven's diadems to wear.

Soon the desert and its woes, Shall give place to that repose Which no dream of sorrow knows; Soon the "kingdom" will be here, Soon the "lily" will appear, And the "King" the "bride" to cheer.

Land of blessedness and light! Home of all that's fair and bright! Scenes surpassing mortal sight! There the seraph sweetly sings, And the Alleluia rings Borne on balmy zephyr's wings.

But amid such sights so fair, One, doth most attractions wear— Israel's great Redeemer there; He the soul and centre is, To be near him is their bliss, This their highest happiness

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