“He took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep.”—Gen. 28:11
“And they stoned Stephen, calling upon God, and saying, ‘Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.’”—Acts 7:59.
LONELY Jacob laid his head,
the stones in sorrow.—
What a pillow, what a bed!
But, awaking from that sleep,
WHAT A GLAD TOMORROW!
He had seen the way to heaven,
And the Lord had spoken.
Promises to him were given,
Words of comfort, words of love,
NEVER TO BE BROKEN,
Happy Stephen lifts his head
Where the stones are flying;
Jacob’s son shall find his bed
By the Bethel of his clay,
HEAVEN ITSELF DESCRYING.
Jacob dreamed, but Stephen’s eyes,
Looking past the sorrow,
Gazed into the heavenlies,
Saw the Son of Man he loved,
SAW HIS GLAD TOMORROW.
Lord, in mystery, I see
Something of the glory.
Draw my eyes and heart to Thee,
Teach my tongue to tell with joy,
ALL THE GRACIOUS STORY.
And when silence seals my lips,
Let not darkness grieve me:
Draw my soul, in death’s eclipse,
To behold Thee, only Thee,
WAITING TO RECEIVE ME
E. STACY-WATSON.