To us from the desert ascending
God giveth in Paradise rest;
Our soul after weary contending
Shall peacefully lean on His breast:
There we shall escape from affliction,
From sin with its shame and its pain;
Enjoying the full benediction,
The love of the Lamb that was slain.
From the hills of the Beautiful City
The way of the desert is clear;
What joy will be there in reviewing
The journey's meanderings here!
To look on the storms as they gather,
On terrible death and the grave;
While we shall be safe with the Father,
In peace on love's shadowless wave.
While dying lips have murmured in anticipation
this joy of the heavenly retrospect from the hills of
the City, the gate of pearl has opened to many a
soul; and the faltering strain of earth has glided
imperceptibly into the choral song of seraphim and saints redeemed.