Heaven

Oh ! let me think of Heaven, When clouds o'ercast the sky, And angry storms are driven In dreadful fury by; When wave on wave of anguish Breaks o'er this troubled breast, 'Tis then I sigh and languish For Heaven—my peaceful rest.

Oh! let me think of Heaven, When summer scenes are bright; When buoyant hopes are given, And foes may not affright; When life's young joys are dearest, And life's dark days are few; Then let that land, the fairest— That Heaven—be still in view.

Oh! let me think of Heaven, When loved ones droop and die; When bleeding hearts are riven, And tears fill every eye; When at their graves, so lonely, I weep at eventide; Oh! land of rest! there only My fondest hopes abide.

Oh! let me think of Heaven, When gloomy death-shades fall, In life's cold and dewy even, Like phantoms on the wall; When Jordan's billows gather, In fearful grandeur near, Then let thy voice, "my Father" In sweetest accents cheer.

Oh! let me think of Heaven, When plunged beneath that tide, Whose restless surges driven, Shall mount to Canaan's side; And when with rapture swelling, The soul from bondage free, Shall pant for that bright dwelling, Sweet Heaven! she'd think of thee!

Oh! let me think of Heaven, When safe beyond the flood, My ransomed soul forgiven, Through Jesus' precious blood; When dear ones long departed, Shall greet me: Welcome home, Poor pilgrim, broken-hearted! Thy Saviour bids thee come!