When We Get Home by Anna M. Hicks

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Mar 31, 1903

When We Get Home

By Anna M. Hicks

WHEN we get home, there’ll be no heartache, No weary days of toil and care, There’ll be no trembling, halting footstep, No wrinkled cheek, nor whitened hair.

There’ll be no lonely nights of watching, No fever flush, nor failing breath, No pulseless heart, nor awful stillness, In that blest land that knows no death.

There’ll be no sinning, and repenting, No broken vow, nor vain regret; For in that home-land bides no sorrow, No eyes with bitter tears are wet.

There’ll be no storm-cloud to appall us, No desolating wind to blow, No blasting, burning heat of summer, No cruel cold, nor drifting snow.

But safe within our Father’s dwelling, Beyond the reach of all that mars, We’ll live for aye, and sing his mercy, Beyond the sun, beyond the stars.

We’ll clasp our loved ones’ hands in greeting, We’ll join the throng about the throne, And praise the God of our salvation For all his love, when we get home.

—Anna M. Hicks, in Pittsburg Christian Advocate.