GUESTS OF GOD

From the dust of the weary highway,

From the smart of sorrow's rod,

Into the royal presence,

They are bidden as guests of God.

The veil from their eyes is taken,

Sweet mysteries they are shown,

Their doubts and fears are over,

For they know as they are known.

For them there should be rejoicing

For them, the festal array,

As for the bride in her beauty

Whom, love hath taken away;

Sweet hours of peaceful waiting,

Till the path that we have trod

Shall end at the Father's gateway,

And we are the guests of God.

(Anonymous)