The Heavenly Haven

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 17, 1859

The Heavenly Haven

DRAW near, my soul, look up and take a full view of yonder city of thy God. And what is it I see, whose glory shines so beautifully, but obscurely, by reason of the mists between? O it is thy Jesus. He is looking forth at the lattice. Altogether lovely, altogether lovely. The chiefest among ten thousand. O how does he eclipse every other object! See him with outstretched arms, every day and hour, ready to receive us, poor rebels. Vanish ye terrestrial scenes. Fly away ye vain objects of sense. Long, long enough, have ye been as the rivals of my God. Long enough have ye embittered my chief joys. O that blessed song. Unto him that loved us and washed us—dominion for ever, Amen. When shall I sing it above? O my Redeemer, when will thou come to take me into the haven of rest? Then farewell storms—farewell this tempestuous ocean, upon which I have been shipwrecked so many times. There the haven is calm. Blessed, peaceful haven! No tempest there: no sorrow, nor tears, nor sin, nor pain. No enemy of souls, neither the world nor the flesh there. O what transport will seize my admiring soul when I find myself safe on the shores of the heavenly Canaan, without a possibility of being lost!