Beyond the troubled waves of time;
No dreary nights nor weeping eyes,
No aching hearts, nor broken ties.
Ah, who would dwell forever here,
Away from those we hold so drear-
Away from Him whose wondrous love
Prepares for us a home above?
A little while our watch to keep,
A little while to wake and sleep,
To bear the cross, endure the pain-
And then with Christ forever reign.
Refrain
O perfect rest, O calm repose,
Where life’s clear stream in beauty flows!
And we can sing, without a care,
No sorrow there, no sorrow there.
F. J. Crosby
My God! permit me not to beA stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand tho’ts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
Rev. Isaac Watts
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