WEE Janet, though but five years old,
Was a saved lamb in Jesus' fold;
She loved the Lord, and oft would say,
That He would come for her one day.
She has been known to steal away,
Leaving her playmates and her play,
To hear of Jesus and His grace,
To sing sweet hymns, and seek His face.
She loved to hear her parents tell,
How He would take His saints to dwell
With Him one day in His bright home;
How He for them would quickly come.
But once with wonder and surprise
She opened wide her large blue eyes,
And asked, "If He could bear them all,
Such thousands, and not let one fall.”
When told that He was strong, that all
Were safe whom He from earth should call,
Her fears were quickly hushed to rest,
She leaned her soul on Jesus' breast.
A friend who called on them one day,
Was startled to hear Janet say―
"We're going soon to flit from here;”
"Indeed,” the friend replied, "and where?”
"Ah, don't you know," she quick replied,
“That Jesus who was crucified,
Is coming soon to take His own
Back to His glory and His throne?”
Dear Janet still waits for that day,
Though she has left her house of clay,
And joined the happy saints in light,
Who drink from founts of pure delight.
She―and all those who there surround
The Lamb who now in heaven is crowned;
With Him look forward with delight,
To that glad day of glory bright.
When He shall come to raise His own,
Who here in weakness have been sown;
To change His living saints, and bear
Them all away His home to share.
Would you, dear child, be with that band?
"Flit" with them to that glory land!
To Jesus come and be forgiven,
Then He will take you home to heaven.