[Papercut Press] 2003-05-05 - There is a Rest in Heaven

Isaiah 11:10 Then it will come about in that day that the nations will resort to the root of Jesse, who will stand as a signal for the peoples; and His resting place will be glorious.

We are, in general, a society of instant gratification. There are several areas of life where instant gratification is not the norm. One of those areas, it seems to me, is in the understanding and reading of poetry. I know when I send out poems from the past that they, in general, don't get a great response. However, this will not stop me from trying. There is a lot to be learned in these verses. This poem was published in 1840, in Scotland. It will take some time to glean from it, but I believe it will be worth your effort. If I didn't, I would not be putting it out there and trusting the Lord that it will be to your advantage. So here it is and I pray that it will be an encouragement to you and your life...I do not know the author:


"In heaven there's a rest" that thought hath a power
to scatter the shades of life's dreariest hour,
like a sunbeam it dawns on a stormy sky,
'Tis the balm of the heart -- of sorrow the cure,
The hope that deceives not, the promise that's sure.

How sweet to the weary, "In heaven there's rest;"
the tears are all dried from the eyes of the blest,
and the smiles that succeed are so dazzling and bright,
that none but a spirit could dwell in their light;
Oh! Not like the smiles that here glow on the cheek,
but to hide the deep anguish no language may speak.

"In heaven there's a rest," earths happiest hour
fades swiftly away like a morning flower;
There -- fadeless the bowers, unclouded the skies,'
There -- joy hath no end, and time never flies;
There -- nature is freed from its earlier stain;
There -- love hath no sorrows, and life hath no pain.

"In heaven there is rest," oh ! How deep that repose !
Life's bitterness past, with its follies and woes;
Its passions all hushed like the waves of the deep,
and only soft airs, and sweet odours arise,
like the evening incense that soars to the skies.

Those sounds breath sweet music, "In heaven there's rest,"
I long to escape to that land of the blest;
inspired by the prospect thro' life's busy day,
to act and to suffer -- to watch and to pray,
then gladly exchange, when the summons is given,
the tumult of earth, for the calmness of heaven !

Soli Deo Gloria,

[email tim] godrulestb@aol.com