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MY PALACE HOME

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA · Nov 22, 1899

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 25, No. 47.

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MY PALACE HOME.

By Thomas Robert Williamson

FAR beyond the glowing jewels That besprinkle night's dark dome, Lies my palace home. Reared by skill of angel trowels, Taintless, needing ne'er renewal, Splendid, past my brightest fancy, Waiting for my occupancy, Home, dear home.
Miles eternal, leagues of wonder, Heaven computes and seraphs roam, Far away is home. Yet my strengthening footsteps wander Toward its God-made, holy splendor, Play of sunlight, sheen of river, There I'll live forever, ever; There's my home.
Peaceful hallowed, comfort giving, Friends who ne'er asunder roam Shall possess that home. And the King Himself, in kindness, Christ, who lit my piteous blindness, Crowned, a guest, shall sit at feasting, My guest, when at ease I'm resting In my home.
Sin-doomed, leprous, heavy-hearted, Splashed with crime's vile mire and loam, Come to that pure home. All the starry kingdoms ask you; Ne'er again shall Satan task you; Freedom waits you, friendship, honor. Follow Christ, march where His banner Guides you home. THOMAS ROBERT WILLIAMSON. Oakland, Cal.