(Col. 3:2.)

Seek not your rest while here below,
Ye ransomed sons of God,
But march in haste across the waste
Where Christ your Saviour trod.

Seek not the world's beguiling smiles,
It gave your Lord a cross;
Sustain its frown, for there's a crown
For those who count it dross.

Be satisfied with what's to come,
Let your portion here be small,
But spend your days to give Him praise
Who gave for you His all.

You shall be amply recompensed
On that bright nuptial day,
When care and strife of this brief life
Like mist shall pass away.

One smile from Jesus' blessed face
Shall then this world outweigh;
Then march along, in Christ be strong,
And wait that rapturous day.

C. C. Crowston