THROUGH STORM AND SUN.
Through storm and sun the age draws on
When heaven and earth shall meet;
For the Lord has said that glorious
He will make the place of his feet.
And the grass may die on the summer hills,
And the flower fade by the river,
But our God is the same through endless years,
And his word shall stand forever.
When heaven and earth shall meet;
For the Lord has said that glorious
He will make the place of his feet.
And the grass may die on the summer hills,
And the flower fade by the river,
But our God is the same through endless years,
And his word shall stand forever.
THE HOMELESS.
Sad hearts! the wayside and the wilderness
Are near to Heaven as any fire-lit room;
Despairing Hagar angels stoop to bless;
God talks with Moses in the desert gloom;
And life is but a path to his repose
Whether we walk through meads of joy and love
Or in lone wastes where every tempest blows;—
Some peerless morn we reach our journey's close,
And lo! the rapture of the home above!
Are near to Heaven as any fire-lit room;
Despairing Hagar angels stoop to bless;
God talks with Moses in the desert gloom;
And life is but a path to his repose
Whether we walk through meads of joy and love
Or in lone wastes where every tempest blows;—
Some peerless morn we reach our journey's close,
And lo! the rapture of the home above!
