Now is not the time of rest,
While work is to be done;
While every moment hastens by,
And is for ever gone;
While souls are lying in the might
Of Satan, and the shade of night
Is threatening to quench the light
And leave our work undone.
There in yon firmament on high,
Amongst the good and blest,
Where angels sing and seraphs praise—
The brightest and the best—
There will our songs for ever rise
To God, the Object of all eyes,
There we will find in heavenly skies
The place and time to rest.
Rev. F. J. Ochse.
REVELATION XXII.
VERSIFIED.
And He showed me a River, whose life-giving waters
Are pure and like crystal so clear.
It flows from the throne of the merciful Father,
And Jesus our Saviour so dear.
In the streets of the City and sides of the river
The Tree of eternal Life grows;
Its fruits are all savoury, its leaves are all healthy,
And healing to every one flows.
No curse shall be found in that city so glorious,
Where God and the Lamb ever reign;
There His servants shall serve Him, His children shall see Him,
His name in their foreheads remain.
No night shall be there,—neither candle nor sunlight,—
The Lord shall in glory there shine;
There in bliss they will reign, for the Lord God hath said it,
The God of the prophets divine.
“Behold, I come quickly, to bless him that keepeth
The sayings and words of this book;
Then seal not these prophecies, telling of judgment,
But let them all into it look.