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The Home Circle

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Oct 8, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 38.

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The Home Circle.

THE KINGDOM OF HOME.

DARK is the night, and fitful and drearily Rushes the wind, like the waves of the sea. Little care I, as here I cling cheerily, Wife at my side and babe on my knee. King, king, crown me the king, Home is the kingdom, and love is the king.
Flashes the firelight upon the dear faces, Dearer and dearer as onward they go, Forces the shadows behind us and places Brightness around us with warmth in the glow. King, king, crown me the king, Home is the kingdom, and love is the king.
Flashes the firelight, increasing the glory, Beaming from bright eyes with warmth of the soul, Telling of trust and content, the sweet story, Lifting the shadows that over us roll. King, king, crown me the king, Home is the kingdom, and love is the king.
Richer than miser with perishing treasure, Served with a service no conquest could bring, Happy with fortune that words cannot measure, Light-hearted I on the hearth-stone can sing: King, king, crown me the king, Home is the kingdom, and love is the king. —Sel.