Poems (Barker)/Come Up Higher

by Alice J. Green Barker

Come Up Higher.

Come up higher, all ye lowly,
Come up near the angels holy.
Bring your burdens and your crosses,
All your weary doubts and losses,
  Lay them at the Master's feet

Come up higher, friends and stranger,
Here there is no sign of danger,
And the voice of love entreats you,
Come up where the Saviour greets you;
  Come up to His pastures sweet.

Here are streams of water living;
Peace and comfort they are giving;
Here are pastures where the spirit,
Purest pleasure will inherit;
  Finding rest these banks beside.

Where the heart so worn and weary
Lays adown its burden dreary,
Resting in the sweet assurance,
That the hours of meek endurance—
  Left their spirits purified.

Come up higher, come up higher,
Through afflictions hottest fire,
Through the storm of life's great battle,
Cannons roar, and bullets rattle;
  Come up where 'tis bright and fair.

Oh, ye Christians, worn and weary,
With life's battle field so dreary,
Raise to Heaven your darkened vision,
Look upon these fields Elysian,
  In the holy time of prayer.