I’m going to a Home of peace—
A Home of joy and love,
And no more tears shall dim my eyes
When I’m with Christ above.
O, won’t you now accept His love
And share those realms so bright,—
Be with and see Him face to face
In that all-glorious light?
For He is coming back again,—
We cannot tell how soon;
The saved will hear the trump of God
Some morning, night, or noon.
O, come to Christ—do not delay;
Why should you longer wait?
If you refuse His call today,
You may repent too late.
I’m waiting for my blessed Lord—
To meet Him in the air;
By grace I’m saved—by Him made fit
To dwell in realms up there.
ML 06/07/1931