There appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire…and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven. 2 Kings 2:11
Words: Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope (London: James Nisbet, 1857), pages 17–18.
I love yon pale blue sky; it is the floor
Of that glad home where I shall shortly be;
A home from which I shall go out no more;
From toil and grief and vanity set free.
I gaze upon yon everlasting arch,
Up which the bright stars wander, as they shine;
And as I mark them in their nightly march,
I think how soon that journey shall be mine!
Yon silver drift of silent cloud, far up
In the still heav’n—through you my pathway lies:
Yon rugged mountain peak—how soon your top
Shall I behold beneath me, as I rise!
Not many more of life’s slow pacing hours,
Shaded with sorrow’s melancholy hue—
Oh, what a glad ascending shall be ours,
Oh, what a pathway up yon starry blue!
A journey like Elijah’s, swift and bright,
Caught gently upward to an early crown,
In Heaven’s own chariot of all-blazing light,
With death untasted and the grave unknown.