Poems (Edwards)/Heaven
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HEAVEN.
When o'er our pathway, dark and chill, Life's lowering clouds are driven,How sweet it is to look and findA cordial for the troubled mind, A soothing calm in Heaven.
When from our hearts, like blossoms bright, The dearest ties are riven,How sweet to find on Jesus' breastA holy calm, a sacred rest, A blessing sent from Heaven.
When we have tasted sorrow's cup Which God has wisely given,How sweet it is to look on high,And see with faith's illumined eye The kind concern of Heaven.
And when upon life's latest hour We stand through Christ forgiven,How sweet the hope of meeting thoseWho slumber now in hushed repose, All landed safe in Heaven.
Lord! let thy billows and thy clouds Across my track be driven,But let me find my bark at lastFar, far beyond this dangerous coast At rest with thee in Heaven.
Let sorrow, suffering and distress To me be freely given,What God appoints I gladly bear,'Twill soon be o'er, we know there are No suffering hearts in Heaven.