| To us from the desert ascending God giveth in Paradise rest; Our soul after weary contending Shall peacefully lean on His breast: 90 There we shall escape from affliction, From sin with its shame and its pain; Enjoying the full benediction, The love of the Lamb that was slain. | | From the hills of the Beautiful City The way of the desert is clear; What joy will be there in reviewing The journey's meanderings here! To look on the storms as they gather, On terrible death and the grave; While we shall be safe with the Father, In peace on love's shadowless wave. | |
While dying lips have murmured in anticipation this joy of the heavenly retrospect from the hills of the City, the gate of pearl has opened to many a soul; and the faltering strain of earth has glided imperceptibly into the choral song of seraphim and saints redeemed.