Classic Poem

Yea , they who fear the Lord will often speak
To kindred souls their heavenward thoughts, and seek
That balm of heaven, a sympathy Divine
With hearts which golden cords of love entwine
In sweet communion. Yea, their tears and sighs,
Their prayers and praises, pierce the upper skies.
J EHOVAH , listening, hears. At His command
In heaven's bright records fair inscribed they stand,
Whose thoughts with reverent love and filial fear,
Dwell on His name and feel Him ever near
O blest assurance! hear the words Divine, —
" Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, they shall be mine;
For ever mine: fair jewels, to adorn
My sovereign's crown when dawns the eternal morn!
As sons beloved who served me shall they share
My watchful love, my own peculiar care "
Father in heaven, how far beyond, above
An earthly father's Thy paternal love.