Those Eternal Bowers

Those eter­nal bow­ers

man hath nev­er trod

Those un­fad­ing flow­ers round the throne of God:

Who may hope to gain them after wea­ry fight?

Who at length at­tain them

clad in robes of white?

He who wakes from slum­ber at the Spir­it’s voice

Daring here to num­ber things un­seen his choice:

He whose one obla­tion is a life of love

Knit in God’s sal­va­tion to the blest above.

Shame up­on you

le­gions of the heav’n­ly King

Citizens of re­gions past im­ag­in­ing!

What! with pipe and ta­bor dream away the light

When He bids you la­bor

when He tells you

Fight?

Jesus

Lord of glo­ry

as we breast the tide

Whisper Thou the sto­ry of the oth­er side;

Where the saints are cast­ing crowns be­fore Thy feet

Safe for ev­er­last­ing

in Thy­self com­plete.