Classic Poem

T HERE'S a world of light and beauty
For the friends of right and duty;
There shall all the weary rest,
There the sorrowing shall be blest.
In that land of joy and gladness,
Where no spirit dreams of sadness,
Smiles illumine every brow,
As before the throne they bow.

Those on earth who follow Jesus,
And in heaven place their treasures,
There shall find a harp and crown,
When earth's weapons are laid down.
They who seek, as souls immortal,
Entrance through the starry portal,
Safe from every earthly woe,
Tears and sighs no more shall know.

They whose souls are often weary,
And to whom earth's path seems dreary,
As they daily, nightly toil,
Plough the sea, or till the soil;
All who seek, by earnest labor,
Highest good of self and neighbor,
All who toil aright, shall rest
Where the ransomed soul is blest.