p. 90 | Untitled article by THIRZA M. FOSTER

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, January 21, 1868

THE CHRISTIAN'S HOME.

By THIRZA M. FOSTER

It gives my soul fresh courage here, While in this world I roam, To look by faith to Heaven above, And view the Christian's home.

When I am weary, worn, and sad, My heart with grief oppressed, It comforts, cheers, and quickens me, And gives me peace and rest.

When pain and sickness here I feel, All my poor soul can bear, There's balm in Gilead for me, And a Physician there.

When earthly friends I fondly prize, From me become estranged, That home presents a world of love, And friends that never change.

There God my Father ever reigns Upon the great white throne. And when his children cry to him, He hears their faintest moan.

Ten thousand holy angels dwell, Within those courts above, Who oft to saints on earth descend, With messages of love.

There Jesus our High Priest has gone, Who pleads the sinners case Before the righteous law of God, In the most holy place.

And oh! my soul rejoices now, To think the time draws nigh, When God will call his children home, To dwell with him on high.

Shall I the invitation hear? Will Jesus welcome me? Shall I go through the gates of pearl, And eat of life's fair tree?

Yes, if I watch, and fight, and pray, And in God's law delight, I shall go there, and have a place, When faith is lost in sight.

THIRZA M. FOSTER.

Vienna, Wis.