LIFT UP THINE EYES

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

Art thou aweary, friend? Thy burden's weight
As slowly on thou ploddest seems more great.
Come, friend, thy burden drop and rest thee; stay,
And hear in patience that which Love doth say.

Seest thou the hand that now this burden takes?
Hearest thou the voice that in thy heart awakes?
Thou know'st the touch of One forever near:
Canst thou then sorrow, friend? Canst thou then fear?

In all thy journey thou wert not alone:
Love ever nigh thee has His guidance shown;
When, bruised and stumbling, bitter tears did start,
Sweet peace did triumph: Love's beam in thy heart.

Lift thou thine eyes from off the weary earth—
See thou in gladness thy exalted birth;
Behold—nay, not afar—thy journey's end
When thou each word of Love dost comprehend!

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