Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal.@Matthew 6:20

Ell­en M. Dyer, in Song-Hym­nal of Praise and Joy (Jack­son, Min­ne­so­ta: Plu­ma M. Brown, 1897), num­ber 299.

I Obey Is­a­bel­la G. Gould & Plu­ma M. Brown, 1897 (🔊 pdf nwc).

I’ve been longing that the shadows
All might pass away.
Deeming not that I could send them
Speeding on their way.
Now, I bid you go, My children
You whom I have made!
Give your place to Heav’n-born treasures
That can cast no shade.

What are these, my new-found blessings?
Strength, and joy, and love;
Peace and rest in simply doing
The sweet will of God.
All my longing, my repining,
Lord, I yield to Thee.
Lo! my sun is brightly shining,
All my shadows flee!