The Eternal Now

FREDERICK STARR CAMPBELL

This is God's day; the round of time
No Sabbath brings to thee.
My heart, think not that temple chime
Rings in eternity.
To dwell in Spirit's sinless clime,
Pervading all with peace sublime,
To-day Truth must make free.

This is the Sabbath; why dost wait
A heaven to enjoy?
Death hastens not this holy state
Of bliss without alloy.
To tread the narrow pathway, straight,
And, victor, win the heavenly gate
To-day thou must employ.

This is Love's hour; past sins and fears,—
A dream indulged too long.
No record have the haunting years
That speak to thee of wrong;
No evil to thy charge appears
In Life's great book. So, dry thy tears,
To-day lift up thy song.

'T is always now; to-morrow's sun
But ushers in to-day.
Each boon attained, all triumphs won,
Each step in the Christ-way,—
The present owns. God's work is done:
Thy work, to know this; and, begun
To-day, ends not for aye.

This is God's day, eternal now.
No future doth He see,
Nor grievous past doth He allow
In His wise plan to be.
Beloved, each hour holds bliss enow.
Sufficient this, that thou dost know
To-day Love walks with thee.

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