Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come.
Heb. xiii. 14.
Benjamin Schmolck. 1672-1737.
Frances E. Cox. Tr. 1841
Heavenward still our pathway tends, Here on earth we are but strangers, Till our road in Canaan ends, Through this wilderness of dangers; Here we but as pilgrims rove, For our home is there above. | Heavenward still my soul ascend! Thou art one of heaven’s creations; Earth can ne’er give aim or end Fit to fill thy aspirations; And a heaven-enlighten’d mind Ever turns its source to find. | Heavenward still! God calls to me, In his word so loudly speaking; Glimpses in that word I see Of the home I’m ever seeking; And while that my steps defends, Still to heaven my track ascends. | Heavenward still my thoughts arise, When He to his board invites me; Then my spirit upward flies, Such a ray from heaven lights me: When on earth this food has ceas’d, Comes the Lamb’s own Marriage-feast. | Heavenward still my spirit wends, That fair land by faith exploring; Heavenward still my heart ascends, Sun, and moon, and stars out-soaring: Their faint rays in vain would try With the light of heaven to vie. | Heavenward still, when life shall close, Death to my true home shall guide me; Then, triumphant o’er my woes, Lasting bliss shall God provide me: Christ Himself the way has led, Joyful in his steps I tread. | Still then heavenward! heavenward still! That shall be my watchword ever; Heaven’s delights my heart shall fill, And from vain illusions sever: Heavenward still my thoughts shall run, Till the gate of heaven I’ve won. | |