I am longing for "Home,"
For Heaven and rest,
O soon to thy child.
Say
"Come Home!"
For Heaven and rest,
O soon to thy child.
Say
"Come Home!"
LUKE XV—6. JOHN III—3.
(May 26, 1889.)
(May 26, 1889.)
Leave me alone in my sorrow,
Anywhere out of sight;
Leave me alone now to suffer
And wrestle with all my might!
Anywhere out in the darkness,
Anywhere, only alone,
Leave me alone in the darkness,
My resting place the earth or a stone!
I'll wander 'til strength is exhausted
Anywhere out of sight,
Anywhere out in the darkness,
Darkness blacker than night.
Now, come down from heaven, good angel,
Spread forth thy pure wings over me,
And save if you can this wearied soul,
Lost—near to eternity!
I choose in the wood a lone place
And think no one can find me here,
But out of the depths I see a face,
And I feel a sweet Presence all near.
Do I sleep? Else what is this vision—
These rays of light that I see,
This "peace" and this "restful" feeling
That comes stealing so softly o'er me?
And the feeling I had I was sinking,
Seems changed, and I'm lifted away,
And the darkness is changed into light,
And the light is bright as the day!
'Tis only one other
The story is told,
Another lamb gathered
Into the fold."
Anywhere out of sight;
Leave me alone now to suffer
And wrestle with all my might!
Anywhere out in the darkness,
Anywhere, only alone,
Leave me alone in the darkness,
My resting place the earth or a stone!
I'll wander 'til strength is exhausted
Anywhere out of sight,
Anywhere out in the darkness,
Darkness blacker than night.
Now, come down from heaven, good angel,
Spread forth thy pure wings over me,
And save if you can this wearied soul,
Lost—near to eternity!
I choose in the wood a lone place
And think no one can find me here,
But out of the depths I see a face,
And I feel a sweet Presence all near.
Do I sleep? Else what is this vision—
These rays of light that I see,
This "peace" and this "restful" feeling
That comes stealing so softly o'er me?
And the feeling I had I was sinking,
Seems changed, and I'm lifted away,
And the darkness is changed into light,
And the light is bright as the day!
'Tis only one other
The story is told,
Another lamb gathered
Into the fold."
A WISH.
When the sweet spring-time comes,
And violets bloom
Lay me at rest,
Place my fav'rite flowers.
Only, on my breast.
My aching heart beneath.
At last so still,
And violets bloom
Lay me at rest,
Place my fav'rite flowers.
Only, on my breast.
My aching heart beneath.
At last so still,
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