#439 How Far From Home?
Words: Annie R. Smith
Music: Arranged
How far from home? I asked, as on
I bent my steps--the watchman spake
The Long, dark night is almost gone
The Morning soon will break
Then weep no more, but speed thy flight
With Hope's bright star thy guiding ray
Till thou shalt reach the realms of light
In everlasting day
I asked the warrior on the field
This was his soul inspiring song
With courage, bold, the sword I'll wield
The battle is not long
Then weep no more, but well endure
The conflict, till thy work is done
For this we know, the prize is sure
When victory is won
I asked again, earth, sea, and sun
Seemed, with one voice, to make reply
Time's wasting sands are nearly run
Eternity is nigh
Then weep no more--the warning tones
Portentous signs are thickening round
The whole creation, waiting, groans
To hear the trumpet sound
Not far from home! O blessed thought
The traveler's lonely heart to cheer
Which oft a healing balm has brought
And dried the mourner's tear
Then weep no more, since we shall meet
Where weary footsteps never roam
Our trials past, our joys complete
Safe in our Father's home