Classic Poem

Rejoice ye weary! ye whose spirits mourn!
There is a rest that shall not be removed;
Press on and reach within the heavenly bourn,
By Christ the king of your salvation proved;
There is a rest! Rejoice ye silent stars,
Roll on no more all voiceless on your way;
Thou Sun! no more dark clouds thy triumph mars,
Speak thou to every land the coming day:
It comes! bid every harp and timbrel sound;
Bring forth the fatted calf; make merry all;
For this the son was lost, and he is found;
Was dead, and yet has heard his Savior's call;
And comes within to drink the new made wine,
And as a branch abide forever in the Vine.