Oh! live the life of prayer
The life of faith in the meek Son of God
The life of tireless labor for His sake:
So may the angel of the Covenant bring
Thee to thy home in bliss, with many a gem
To glow forever in thy Master's crown.
THE CHRISTIAN GOING HOME.
Occasioned by the words of a dying friend,—"before morning I shall be at home."
Home! Home! its glorious threshhold
Through parted clouds I see,
Those mansions by a Saviour bought,
Where I have long'd to be,
And lo! a bright unnumber'd host
O'erspread the heavenly plain,
Not one is silent—every harp
Doth swell the adoring strain.
Fain would my soul be praising
Amid that sinless throng,
Fain would my voice be raising
Their everlasting song,—
Hark! Hark! they bid me hasten
To leave the fainting clay,
Friends! hear ye not the welcome sound?
"Arise, and come away."
Before the dawn of morning
These lower skies shall light,
I shall have joined their company
Above this realm of night,
