To higher things Christ calls us,
To things that are above;
From error, that enthrals us,
To reign with him in Love:
To higher things Christ leads us,
Himself hath trod the way,
The Bread of Heaven he feeds us,
He is our strength and stay.
He bids us leave our burdens
Of sorrow, sickness, sin,
And take his heavenly guerdons,
And rest his Love within;
Above, on heavenly treasures,
Fix fast our falt'ring mind;
Nor dream in worldly pleasures,
We peace or joy can find.
Above, in heavenly places,
The joys of Spirit dwell;
Such glorious gifts and graces
As tongue can never tell.
Heed not the flesh,—complaining
"The way is steep and hard,"
But every power straining
Press up to your reward.
Joy! to be free from error,—
The claims of sense and sin,—
To lose the haunting terror
That lurked the mind within;
To know that God, our Father,
Is Life, and Truth, and Love:
That He His own will gather
Safe to the home above.
