I'M GOING HOME by Mela Heusser Schweizer

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 7, 1867

I'M GOING HOME.

By Mela Heusser Schweizer

I'm going home—here have I no abiding; I've looked around me in this world of care, Though earth were all her wealth to me confiding, I never could have built my home nest there.

I'm going home, for gently, surely closes, Before the dawn, the evening-primrose pale; The nightingale is hushed by summer's roses, The brook flows faster through the last rough vale.

I'm going home, they have not comprehended The silent longings of my wistful heart. At last my weary prison time is ended, The spell is broken, gladly I depart.

I'm going home, my bitter grief is over; There's naught but joy and peace in store for me; No marring touch shall yon clear light discover, Wounds roughly made, there healed for aye shall be.

I'm going home, by storms autumnal chastened, Whilst others linger in an early spring; The summer sun the ripening fruit has hastened, The summer bird must soon be on the wing.

I'm going home, my pilgrim garb exchanging For festal robes that mark the bridal day; For heavenly crowns, at God's behest, I'm changing My lily wreath, that soon would fade away.

I'm going home, the way's unknown, untrodden, But one has passed these portals, e'en for me. Have I his grace, his faithfulness forgotten? No! through the clouds the Morning Star I see.

I'm going home, to thee my heart is given, Lord Jesus, thou who erst didst give me peace; 'Tis through thy blood my sins are all forgiven, Thy life is mine, I'm longing for release.

I've reached the goal, oh, I am weary, weary; There come sweet whispers from the land of rest; Earth is receding with her wastes so dreary, I sleep, to wake upon my Saviour's breast? —Mela Heusser Schweizer.