1 One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er,--
Nearer my home, to-day, am I
Than e'er I've been before.
2 Nearer my Father's house,
Where many mansions be;
Nearer to-day the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.
3 Nearer the bound of life
Where burdens are laid down;
Nearer to leave the heavy cross;
Nearer to gain the crown.
4 But, lying darkly between,
Winding down through the night,
There rolls the silent, unknown stream
That leads at last to light.
E'en now, perchance, my feet
Are slipping over the brink,
For I, to-day, am nearer home,--
Nearer now than I think.
6 Father, perfect my trust;
Strengthen my spirit's faith;
Nor let me stand, at last alone
Upon the shore of death.
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First Line: | One sweetly solemn thought |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Death and Burial |