418. S. M. Miss Fletcher.

Where is Heaven?

1Our heaven is everywhere,

If we but love the Lord,

Unswerving tread the narrow way,

And ever shun the broad.

2'T is where the trusting heart

Bows meekly to its grief,

Still looking up with earnest faith

For comfort and relief.

3Where guileless infancy

In happiness doth dwell,

And where the aged one can say

"He hath done all things well."

4Wherever truth abides

Sweet peace is ever there;

If we but love and serve the Lord,

Our heaven is everywhere.

Heaven Here.

1Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness

Cheer the true believer's way,

In this world where sin and sadness

Often change to night our day.

2Heaven is here; where misery lightened

Of its heavy load is seen,

Where the face of sorrow brightened

By the deed of love hath been:

3Where the bound, the poor, despairing

Are set free, supplied and blest;

Where, in others' anguish sharing,

We can find our surest rest.

4Where we heed the voice of duty

Rather than man's praise, or rod;

This is heaven,--its peace, its beauty,

Radiant with the smile of God.