664    C.M.     W. Gadsby
“There the weary be at rest.” Job 3. 17

1 What solemn tidings reach our ears!
  How awful and how grand!
  A brother [or sister] landed safe from fears,
  On Canaan’s happy land.

2 No clouds shall now obstruct his sun,
  But all be life and peace;
  With him ’tis ever, ever noon,
  Nor can his joy decrease.

3 He’s gone in endless bliss to dwell,
  And I am left below,
  To struggle with the powers of hell,
  Till Jesus bids me go.

4 Though he’s more happy, I’m secure;
  God’s promise cannot fail;
  O may I patiently endure
  My heavenly Father’s will.

5 The counsel of the Lord shall stand,
  And all his will be done;
  I’ll therefore wait in Meshech’s land,
  Until he fetch me home.