“There has one object been disclosed on earth
That might commend the place: but now 'tie gone-
Jesus is with the Father."
—GAMBOLD.
HE'S gone—the Savior's work on earth,
His task of love, is o'er;
And lo! this dreary desert knows
His gracious steps no more.
Oh! 'twas a waste to him indeed,
No rest on earth he knew;
No joy from its unhallow'd springs
His sorrowing spirit drew.
He's gone! and shall our truant feet
And ling'ring hearts delay
In a dark world, that cast his love,
Like worthless dross, away?
Hopeless of joy in aught below,
We only long to soar,
The fullness of his love to feel,
And lose his smile no more.
His hand, with all the gentle power,
The sweet constraint of love,
Hath drawn us from this restless world,
And fix'd our hearts above.