When on Zion’s hill we rest
In the mansions of the blest,
What a strange and fleeting dream
All life’s hopes and fears will seem?
What will all our pleasures here—
Titles—honours—then appear?
Like a bubble on the river,
Bright awhile—then lost for ever!
Things that now employ each thought,
Warmly wished for, fondly sought—
We may smile, and wonder much
Heirs of Heaven could stoop to such!
Will the petty wrongs of earth
Seem one moment’s anger worth;
Or a friend’s depart—the sorrow
Felt by those so soon to follow?
All that time bestowed will be
Lost in bright eternity;
Save the harvest Christian Love
Sowed on earth—to reap above!