I soon shall be at home—
Forever there at rest,—
No sorrow and no sadness
Shall e’er my heart oppress.
My weary head shall lie
Upon my Saviour’s breast—
Whilst His loved words supply
Sweet and unfailing rest.
To know Him-as known there!
All fear forever gone—
Gazing upon the face so fair
Of Him I lean upon.
No curse—no trace of sin—
His blood from all hath cleared—
And now I’m safe within
The home by love prepared.
Then through eternal years
My joy shall ceaseless flow,
As I am learning of the love
I now so feebly know.
But Jesus is its spring—
God’s Christ my boundless joy;
Of Him I’ll ever sing,
And naught my rest alloy.
H. W. T.