Up, my drowsing eyes
Up, my sinking heart!
Up to Jesus Christ arise!
Claim your part
In all raptures of the skies!
Yet a little while,
Yet a little way,
Saints shall reap and rest and smile
All the day:
Up! Let’s trudge another mile!
Earth always needs heaven. Without sunshine and rain no plant will live or grow. Human lives need God; not to get His blessing is to shrivel and perish. It is indeed the love of God that this poor old world needs. Yet, though this love breathes everywhere, there are those who miss it, who get none of it into their lives, and then wonder why they are not happy.
It is love that thou lackest, thou poor old world,
Who shall make thy love hot for thee, frozen old world?
Thou art not happy as thou mightest be,
For the love of dear Jesus is little in thee.
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