There is a scene faith's eye beholds
Beyond the narrow bounds of earth :
None have a title to be there
But those who have the second birth ;
It is not stained by sin's foul hand-
'Tis our delight some Promised Land,

It lies beyond the range of death-
Beyond this darksome vale of tears.
Oh, blissful paradise of rest !
Time is not measured there by years ;
Though boundless ages there shall flow,
No change, no blight that scene shall know.

There, glorified immortals shall,
Through heaven's blest unending day,
Bask in the sunshine of His love
Who bore in death their sins away.
Oh, wondrous love, oh, matchless grace,
That He in death should take our place !

O child of God and fellow-heir,
Our hopes are robed with prospects bright,
We are destined to walk with Him
'Mid scenes of pure unmingled light.
And, what a thought, we yet shall bear
His image bright-His glory share !

And when He reigns as King of kings
O'er all creation's broad domain,
Then shall we, His exalted bride,
Share in the glories of that reign.
Then let the world now have its fling,
We'll wait till Christ is crowned as King.

The world may pity, spurn, reject,
Those who such lofty hopes possess ;
Our souls shall still in Christ rejoice,
And with delight His name confess.
The world shall see on that great day
His saints with Him in full display.

If such a golden future looms
Before our faith-begotten gaze,
How should we then as pilgrims tread
Through earth's unfriendly, checkered maze !
Let faith be strong, and hope be bright,
Until we dwell with Christ in light.

Let patience here possess our souls,
In faith pursue our upward way,
Jehovah's arm for our defense,
Our constant and unfailing stay ;
In His own love with joy abide,
Until with Him we're glorified.

C. C. Crowston