HEAVEN HERE

JOHN CHICK MURRAY.

When, upward turned our longing eyes,
We pray that God be near,—
E'en then, while soaring to the skies,
Our God is pleading here.

While in pursuit of angels blest,
Thought treads the heavenly track,
Those angels gather in our breast
And, smiling, call us back.

We think their heaven is above,
But lives diviner show
That when our hearts are full of love,
Their dwelling is below.

All may of Christ the virtue share,
As helpers of the race;
And all his glorious mantle wear,
Who wear his love and grace.

How lonely, weary, with our load,
When carried for reward!
But when true service marks our road,
God is our guide and guard.

'Tis they who toil, all wages spurned,
Receive the richest pay;
And they the brightest crown have earned
Who cast all crowns away.

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