p. 14 | The Promised Rest by Worthie Harris Holden

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 19, 1914

The Promised Rest

By Worthie Harris Holden

WORTHIE HARRIS HOLDEN

THANK God for quiet days when all the fervor Of combat or of constant toil may cease, When calm repose may close the weary eyelids To dream of heaven's bliss and thoughts of peace.

So musing on that rest and joy eternal, With grateful thoughts uplift to God in prayer, The ills of life transform to streams of pleasure, Which urge our bark more swiftly by his care.

Praise God, in days of gloom or dark foreboding When earth and sky seem pregnant with their woe, There is a peace that passeth understanding For heaven's children in this world below:

Nor height, nor depth, nor present tribulation, Nor powers of demons, can our rights dethrone, Since He who met the marshaled hosts of evil Will e'er defend and conquer for his own.

Shout in the heat of battle, Hallelujah! The charge is brief, the fight will soon be o'er; Each fray but brings us nearer to the homeland, And Christ as general makes the victory sure.

For to each life come cloudless days and stormy, Come weary marching and the battle's roar, Yet Heaven grants perpetual benediction If to the end we steadfastly endure.