Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
515 Varina. C.M.D.
(1118) Heavenly Rest in Anticipation
When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear