Sleeping in the Calm of Heaven

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SLEEPING in the calm of heaven
Who or what shall help him now?
Hopeless, everything external-
Death the stamp upon his brow.
Ere, in peace, he closed his eyelids,
Little knowing of the angel
Hasting on the shining road.
Weakness, in the night is waiting,
Like those Abel-men of yore,
When the messengers from glory
Told of Bethlehem's hidden store.
See! the hand of One from glory
Wakes him from his blessed, sleep:
'Tis the Lord, who once said, " Follow "—
"Feed my lambs," and—" Feed my sheep."
Ah! those very days must tell him
Of the love that could not die:
Anniversary of sorrow,
Yet of full, unclouded joy.
Herod, 'mid the outward boasting,
Fills his cup with dreadful wine,
While the foot of Zion's captive
Passes on in rest divine.
Richest aid, resource and blessing,
Helplessness and trust shall find,
When the visible is crushing,
All its might and will combined.
" Trust ye in the Lord forever,"-
" Wait," I say, " on Him alone:
He who showed the " fire " to Peter,
Sends deliverance from the throne.