Oh, child of God, as on you tread,
There's nought but glory overhead;
Remember your bright home is there.
What matter then the trials here?
With Christ the glory soon you'll share.

Oh, why should e'er the heart be sad?
He died to make you always glad.
Awake, and sing His fullest praise;
With Him you'll dwell through endless days.
Oh, what a thought the heart to raise!

Would you be kept by God's own power?
Yes, every moment, every hour.
How oft the blessed Lord when here
Would seek some burdened heart to cheer.
Would we His own example share -

If daily you would be sustained,
In all around the heart is pained,
Ne'er tempted be to look within,
The only way to keep from sin
Is this - Be occupied with Him.

No longer hanging on the tree,
He lives in glory now for thee.
If we would manifest Him here.
The eye must gaze upon Him there;
So shall we, changed, his glory bear.

For constant power to run the race,
He giveth strength, He giveth grace,
And tell the lost what Christ has done
To fit them for the Father's home;
Yes, spread the news; He soon wil come.

            C. A. Hammond
            March 1989 "The Gospel Standard"