Poems (Lambert)/Lift me Higher

by Mary Eliza Perine Tucker Lambert

LIFT ME HIGHER.

LIFT me higher! Lift me higher!
 From this sphere of earthly dross;
Upward still! far yonder gleaming,
 Shines my Saviour's glorious cross.

Oh, very beautiful is life,
 And earthly flowers are passing fair:
But lift, oh lift me up to heaven,
 And let me rest forever there.

There, no care shall plough its furrows;
 There, no sin shall blur my heart;
There, in blessed choirs of angels,
 I shall sing a humble part.

Lift me higher! Lift me higher!
 Friends of earth, no tears for me!
From temptation, sin, and sorrow,
 Let me be forever free!

Ah! I hear my Saviour call me!
 Clad in heavenly robes of white;
He will lift me higher, higher,
 From this world of storm and night.

Lift me higher! Lift me higher!
 Farewell earthly friends I love.
Lift me higher! Lift me higher!
 To that better world above!

"Lift me higher!" And our darling
 Gently closed her wearied eyes;
And her spirit, lifted higher,
 Reached its home beyond the skies.

She is sleeping, and white marble
 This inscription only bears:
"Our lost flower—thirteen summers—
 Lifted higher"—than life's cares.