THE HOME BEYOND by Max Hill

Pacific Press Publishing Association

THE HOME BEYOND.

By Max Hill

O home beyond the cloudland, I see thy gleaming light, The longed-for happy homeland Where nevermore is night.

No more I look behind me Where gloom and doubt appear, Where sin and grief confined me With cords and bands of fear;

But onward I am gazing Where shines a glorious star, A beacon ever blazing For sin-tossed men afar.

For soon the Lord descending With shout and angel song Shall take to life unending His saints, a ransomed throng.

To dwell with Him forever Beyond this vale of tears, Where death no more can sever, Nor griefs can come, nor fears.

Within the city dwelling With loved ones sleeping now, The Saviour's goodness telling As at His feet they bow.

O come, my heart is praying, And bear Thy saints away; O come, no more delaying, Come quickly, happy day!

MAX HILL.