#47I Would Not Live Alway

1
I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2
I would not live alway, where hope is untrue, As fair, but as fleeting, as bright morning dew;– I long for that land whose blest promise alone Is changeless, and sure as eternity's throne.
3
Who, who would live alway, away from his God Away from his kingdom, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns.
4
Where saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; Where anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

Additional Information

Copyright:

Public Domain