Heaven The Christian's Home Poem by John Bowring

On light beams flowing from above
Man's course of mortal being runs;
And with the loadstone of His love
The Eternal Sire attracts His sons.


What an entrancing sight for him-
The enraptured prophet-when his eye
Saw Cherubim and Seraphim
Descending from their native sky!


Ten thousand indications given
Console us in our life's career;
They link us more and more to heaven,
And will at last conduct us there.


The working of celestial love
In this bright consummation lies;
It brings down angels from above,
It raises mortals to the skies.


Howe'er on earth we rove or roam,
From heaven we came, to heaven we tend;
Heaven is our final happy home,
Where joys begin and sorrows end.