THE CHRISTIAN'S THRONE CROWN.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume V, Issue 248, 1 February 1878, Page 7

THE CHRISTIAN'S THR ON E CROWN.

BY ELEANOK C. DONNELLY.'

When my heart grows faint and my spirits flag, With the bitter cares I meet ; When deep in the dust my footsteps lag Because of the bleeding feet ; Like the warmth of wine to a freezing wight, New life to the soul cast down, There comes a glow thro' the blackest night From my waiting throne and crown. Here below, in a weary way, I struggle and toil and fret, So full of the wants of every day, 'Tis easy to forget That up, high up o'er the cloudy skies, (Oh, joy ! for those who see !) — There wait in the golden Paradise A throne and a crown for me ! A throne so spleudid — mortal king Ne'er sat on one so fair ; A crown so beauteous — mortal king Ne'er wore a thing so rare. Thro' work and worry, dust and noise, I follow the Will divine, And there in the skies are those priceless joys, lhat throne and crown of mine ! Waiting for me ? Ah, yes ! mine eye Grows bright with hope, sweet Lord ! ' Waiting for me ? Ah, yes ! but I May miss that great reward. Hither, my soul, and let us kneel At the feet of the Lord of lords ; Far from the world of the senses steal, And ponder on His words : What doth it profit a man to win The world and its renown, If in the end he lose by sin His heavenly throne and crown ? — Catholic Tlmverse.