The Rest Is In Heaven

( Originally Published 1868 )

ANONYMOUS

" Here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come. "—Heb. xiii. 14.

MY rest is in heaven, my rest is not here ;
Then why should I tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed, my sad spirit; the worst that can come
But shortens thy journey, and hastens thee home.

It is not for me to be seeking my bliss
And building my hopes in a region like this ;
I look for a city which hands have not piled—
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.

The thorn and the thistle around me may grow—
I would not lie down e'en on roses beow ;
I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest,
Till I find them for ever on Jesus" oved breast.

Let trial and danger my progress oppose,
They only make heaven more sweet at the close ;
Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall;
A home with my God will make up for it all.