FAR, FAR AWAY by L. C. Chadwick

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 6, 1893

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 19, No. 18.

FAR, FAR AWAY.

By L. C. Chadwick

BY ELDER L. C. CHADWICK.

FAR, far away. Far, far from home, With many miles of land and sea 'Tween me and loved ones dear. Yet I can say, I'm not alone, For wheresoever I may be I find my Saviour near. No matter what the clime may be, Nor where my feet may tread, His promise sure extends to me, "I'll be thy shade o'erhead."

Far, far away. Far, far from home. The Macedonian cry is heard; It sounds on every side. Men die to-day, where'er I roam, Without a knowledge of the word, Or Him who for them died. The fields for harvest now are white, The lab'rers oh, how few! The day is passing; soon the night Will end the work we do.

Not far away. Not far from home; The Saviour's coming draweth nigh; My wand'rings soon will cease. In that glad day, glad harvest home, We'll hear no more the weary sigh, But songs of joy and peace. The faithful lab'rers from all lands, With sheaves of rich reward, And palms of victory in their hands, Will hail their coming Lord.