WHERE IS REST?

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 3, 1859

"There remaineth therefore a rest for the people of God." Heb. iv. 9.

Rest is not here, but pain, and toil, and woe, Though many mercies mark the path we go, We are but pilgrims to a land above; There is our home of everlasting love.

Rest is not here. The weary stricken-heart Feels it hath here no sure abiding part; Sunshine and storm is all at best that's here; Eternal radiance gilds a higher sphere.

Rest is not here. But Jesus can bestow, Faith, patience, hope, while yet we toil below; Faith to believe He doeth all things right, Patience and hope, to lend our pathway light.

Rest is not here. Each has his own due share Of suffering and sorrow here to bear; Yet each may lighten somewhat of the load Of those that travel near him on the road.

Rest is not here. So may we softly speak To cheer a brother, weary, worn and weak; Sweet Christian kindness, for our Master's love, May smooth the rugged road to rest above.

Rest is in heaven; and e'en the weakest saint May safely struggle on, nor feebly faint— May wage and win the war in Jesus' strength, In "certain hope" through him of rest at length.

Rest is in heaven, whence comes no grief nor care; And pilgrims of the cross must seek it there, Who that hath reached that safe bright shore at last, Would count the stormy billows he had passed? [Sel.]