"Let not your heart be troubled,"
Our blessed Jesus said,
To comfort us while waiting
Until our home's prepared;
I will not leave you orphans,
A Comforter I'll send
"To abide with you forever,"
Yes, even to the end.

And now He's in the Glory
Upon His Father's throne,
Until He comes to call us
To share with Him His own;
Meanwhile He's interceding
For His poor failing sheep,
For Satan's there accusing
With hatred fierce and deep.

Jesus, at Thine appearing
We shall appear with Thee;
Help us more like Thee to live,
Till Thy dear face we see.
Oh may our heart's affections
On Thee, Lord, be centered;
Our sweetest hope Thy coming,
Till Thy home we've entered.

Oh may we never forget
That last request of Thine,
Which breathes a mind of love so deep
In all Thou callest "Mine."
And as we shew Thy death, Lord,
And make Thy cross our boast,
May every word and action
Declare whom we love most.

A. E. P.