Will any kingdom rise to shine in everlasting day?
One spirit powers His riches o’er all the earth abroad,
And all these changing pictures shew the glory of our God.
But, would you know the meaning and the virtue of the whole,
Descend to yonder vale, where dwells one happy human soul.
There sitting in the sunshine, the grey-haired labourer see,
He smiles upon his grandson there, who plays besides the tree;
Where, when a child, he played himself, and soon its bough shall wave,
When he rests from all his labours, above his quiet grave!
Oh yes; there is a meaning and a rest for every heart,