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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Aug 20, 1885

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 11, No. 32.

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NEARER HOME.

A SWEET, sweet thought invades my mind This eve, and 'mid the fading light I feel the busy cares of day Subside before the peace of night. 'Tis this: as sure as speeds the ship Across the ocean's crested foam, By just the journey of a day, I'm nearer home, I'm nearer home.
And further from all pain or care, From every human fear or cross, Much less to know of woe and tears, Or taste the cup of earthly dross. Thro' many ills I've struggled on, And passed the wayside's dusty loam, By just the journey of a day I'm nearer home, I'm nearer home.
And, oh, the rapture that it brings To know I'm near my waiting crown, And closer to my Father's feet, Where all earth's burdens are laid down! And now the night shade drifts athwart The splendor of yon sunset dome, And by the journey of a day I'm nearer home, I'm nearer home. —Sel.