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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 21, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 52.

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Nearing Home

By Worthie Harris Holden

Worthie Harris Holden
What matters that the waves in fury lash The rock whereon we stand? What matters that the sound of saber clash Resounds through all the land? The wild beasts prowling in the thicket nigh Cannot affright us, nor the ominous sky Awake our fears.
Across the flood betwixt us and our home The city bright déscry; Its light gleams out upon the water’s foam From glittering turrets high. The waves will part, and we in triumph tread The firm, dry rock upon the river bed. So banish tears.
Sing hallelujah for God’s wonder-grace, And never murmur more; Rejoice in victory that rides apace,— We tread the final shore! No Pisgah would we change for Israel’s view; Faith yields to sight, and fainting hopes renew, For home appears.
Portland, Oregon.