p. 547 | IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE by Margaret J. Preston

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Sep 9, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 35.

"IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE."

By Margaret J. Preston

Yea, in His Father's house—it must be so— Are many mansions; else there were not space For the vast hierarchs speeding to and fro On myriad ministries of gift and grace. So haply felt his followers, listening thus, In that mysterious hour of doubt and gloom, As sad they questioned, "Can there be for us, His erring, weak disciples, any room?" But when he met their thought so tenderly,— "I go for you a mansion to prepare; That where I am there ye may also be,"— How must the words have shamed their dull despair! That he should miss their presence 'mid the throng Of worshipers that crowd the highest heaven! That he should crave their fellowship among Pure spirits with no sins to be forgiven! Yet he hath said it. Dare I then believe That in his Father's house, and in the place Prepared, he waits my homage to receive,— Asks for my presence, wants to see my face? We hold aloof; we shut from our abodes The very sympathy our nature craves, He, needing no companionship but God's, Cares to have with him every soul he saves. —Margaret J. Preston.