By:
Edited by Heyman Wreford
“These see His wonders in the deep” (Psa. 107:24)
No land in sight―
But we sail ringed round mysteriously
By the softly blending sky and sea.
No land in sight―
But He who is steering knows the way
To the country “very far away.”
No land in sight―
And is it the season then for tears?
For cowardly doubts and selfish fears?
No land in sight―
Then this is the time for song and rest,
As we skim the conquered ocean’s breast.
No land in sight―
But the wind is fair and the ship rides free,
As we near the shore of eternity.
E.S.W.
AND THEN―
Oh think! To step on shore and find it heaven!
To clasp a hand and find it God’s hand!
To breathe a new air and that celestial air!
To feel invigorated, and know it immortality!
Oh think! The storm and tempest past―a perfect calm,
To wake and find it—glory!
“My sins deserve eternal death, but Jesus died for me.”