“There’s peace and rest in Paradise,”
In weary hours we say;’
And oh, that we had wings like doves,
That we might flee away!”
But in our better hours we grasp
The warriors’ sword again;
And long the good fight yet to fight,
The patient watch maintain.
Our Lord deigns to have need of us!
We kindle at the thought;
On! ‘till night falls upon the field,
And the good fight be fought!
On! ‘till the armies of the skies,
Shall welcome us above;
And glory hosts with us proclaim,
Our Captain’s wondrous love.”