Heavenly Friendship
There is a hand, whose grasp is love,
Though not a lover’s grasp;
Its touch wakes feelings far above
The lover’s fondest clasp.
There is an eye, whose sparkle shows
The tender holy flame
Of deep affection, and o’erflows
With love for each dear name.
There is a heart, whose throbs proclaim
A constant, ceaseless flow
Of life and love for all; the same
In happiness or woe.
A lip, whose words—to man on earth,
Are words of life and peace;
To God, are prayers of priceless worth,
Which never, never cease.
Such is our Saviour dear, our Heavenly Friend.
Most like Him is the mortal friend, who tries
To lead us ever nearer to that land
Where Friendship blooms in sunny, cloudless skies.
Rev. F. J. Ochse.