With Him at Home by Elizabeth Cornell Martin

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · May 1, 1913

With Him at Home

By Elizabeth Cornell Martin

ELIZABETH CORNELL MARTIN

WHEN day is o’er and evening’s shades close ’round me, When the sun is sinking low into the west, When all is silent, e’en the birds, ceased singing, Have homeward flown unto their place of rest,

Then all my cares are gone and I am lonely, So lonely for that home where Jesus is, And I long to feel his loving arms around me, And know that he is mine and I am his.

But patiently I’ll wait a little longer, A few more years will bring us safely home; Faith ever tells of brighter things beyond us And rest, sweet rest, is there for all who come.

And so, amid this sorrow, pain, and weeping I’ll trust myself to him who cares and knows, And with his love I’ll share the sweetest blessing, And find within his arms a sweet repose.

Spartanburg, S. C.