Littell's Living Age/Volume 129/Issue 1660/His Love will Carry me

HIS LOVE WILL CARRY ME.

Though from my gaze earth's light is fading fast,
Yet from the gathering darkness doth arise
A land, in solemn beauty unsurpassed,
Opening before mine eyes.

I see the goodly city clearer grow,
With jasper walls and pearl gates opening wide;
Lo! from its towers a heavenly strain doth flow,
And over me doth glide.

There dwell the saints of old, who yearned to see
Those tearless mansions! and through fiery flame
Have passed triumphant, bearing willingly
The cross for His dear name.

And other blessed sights I see, too fair
For mortal tongue to say: the voice grows cold,
And vainly tries those glories to declare,
Which now to me unfold!

But fairest, brightest to mine eye doth rise
The Lamb once slain, in glorious beauty crowned;
Wiping away the tears from weeping eyes,
Healing His people's wound.

There, O beloved ones, my place shall be,
Close by His side, in deepest love to sweep
My golden harp-strings through eternity
In songs so full and deep!

Say, would ye wish me back again from this
All-blessed life? nay, let your tears cease;
He calleth me at last to rest and bliss,
Let me depart in peace.
⁠Golden Hour.