Immortality

Immortality

WAY-WORN pilgrim, child of fears,
Cease thy sorrows, dry thy tears,
Earth has pierced thee; - left alone
Urge to heaven that bitter moan.
Pilgrim, wanderer, though thou be,
Heaven shall soothe thy agony;
Soon that pulse shall throb no more;
But Heaven has life, when life is o'er;
Soon thou shalt thy Savior see,
Soon shalt with thy Savior be,
For this mortal shall be free,
Clothed with immortality.

List, ye weary; list ye faint;
List, the martyr and the saint;
List the young, whose panting soul
Ardent eyes the distant goal;
List the old, whose setting sun
Speak that goal already won;
Ye who tremble, ye who sigh,
Ye, who, living, daily die,
Pleased to tread - to meet your God -
The path of thorns your Savior trod;

List from heaven that Savior's voice,
Which bids you midst your tears rejoice;
That tells of worlds to earth unknown;
And calls those blissful worlds your own,
Yes, ye shall your Savior see,
Soon shall with that Savior be,
Where this mortal shall be free,
Clothed with immortality.

Sinner, list! the bolt is hurled
Opes the bright celestial world;
Ope the caves of night forlorn,
The abodes of bitterness and scorn!
Rocks are falling, worlds decay,
Heaven and earth have passed away!
Thou the Savior too must see,
Savior not, alas! to thee!
Mortal gladly wouldst thou be,
Death thy immortality!

Unattributed

2:41, p. 164

1838.12.01

From the London Christian Observer