A Song of Home by Mrs. M. C. Sollars

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 24, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 42.

A Song of Home

By Mrs. M. C. Sollars

'Tis the thought that cheers me onward, 'tis my meditation sweet, And the only thing that charms me is the coming of His feet. O, my eyes keep turning homeward, ever, alway, more and more, As our life-boat bears us nearer to the bright, celestial shore.

When earth's sorrows seem to grieve me, then above my spirits rise, And transported to my home land, view the land beyond the skies; And I walk those streets so golden, in a happiness supreme, Robed in garments white, beholding visions of the great unseen,

Where the blest are never weary, where they never shed a tear, Never know a doubt or sorrow, never feel a grief or fear. Messengers of light, speed quickly! bear the tidings far away Of His glorious appearing, of the glad and happy day!

Saviour, take my heart; I give it, cold, unfeeling, much like stone; Gladly, freely, now I yield it. Cleanse, and make it like Thine own. I would be a reaper, gathering sheaves to greet Thee in that day; I would be a lighthouse keeper, guiding lost ones in the way. I would be among the number standing on the crystal sea; Sing the new, new song triumphant, glorious song of victory.

Ballard, Washington.