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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 6, 1863

The Christian's Home.

By E. M. Prentiss

We have heard from heaven, of that city fair With its streets of beauty untold, The joy of the saints when they enter there, The crowns of victory each shall wear And their harps of shining gold.

The throne, with its gift of a crystal river, The fountain of life springs there; On its banks shall bloom sweet flowers forever, And the tree of life which dieth, never, All, all, immortal and fair.

Rich melody, too, fills that home of song, Sweet music from heaven's own choir, All the angelic throng unite in the song And the glorified saints the strains prolong, With voices that never tire.

O! the joy of the faithful no tongue may tell When Jesus shall welcome them home, Their sorrows all ended; in peace they shall dwell Amid the rich splendor, where all shall be well And happily press 'round the throne.

Then perish earth's honor; we'll welcome its frown Come scorn, derision and hate, Since we've heard of such treasure, such wealth and renown; For a home with our Saviour, the palm and the crown, Let us strive, be patient and wait. E. M. Prentiss. North Parma, N. Y.