5 How far from home
[V1]
How far from home? I asked as on
I bent my steps the watchman spake:-
“The long, dark night is al-most over,
The morning soon will break.
Then weep no more, but speed thy flight
, With hope’s bright star thy guiding ray,
Till thou shall reach the realms of light,
In ev-erlast-ing day.”
How far from home? I asked as on
I bent my steps the watchman spake:-
“The long, dark night is al-most over,
The morning soon will break.
Then weep no more, but speed thy flight
, With hope’s bright star thy guiding ray,
Till thou shall reach the realms of light,
In ev-erlast-ing day.”
[V2]
I asked the war-rior on the field:
This was his soul-inspring song:
With courage, bold, the sword I’ll wield,
The bat-tle is not long.
Then weep no more, but well en-dure
The con-flict, till thy work is done;
For this we know, the prize is sure,
When vic-to-ry is won.
I asked the war-rior on the field:
This was his soul-inspring song:
With courage, bold, the sword I’ll wield,
The bat-tle is not long.
Then weep no more, but well en-dure
The con-flict, till thy work is done;
For this we know, the prize is sure,
When vic-to-ry is won.
[V3]
I asked a-gain; earth, sea and sun
Seemed, with one voice, to make reply:
“Time’s wasting sands are near-ly run,
E-ter-ni-ty is nigh.
Then weep no more-with warning tones
Portentious signs are thick’ning round,
The whole cre-a-tion, wait-ing, groans,
To hear the trumpet sound.”
I asked a-gain; earth, sea and sun
Seemed, with one voice, to make reply:
“Time’s wasting sands are near-ly run,
E-ter-ni-ty is nigh.
Then weep no more-with warning tones
Portentious signs are thick’ning round,
The whole cre-a-tion, wait-ing, groans,
To hear the trumpet sound.”
[V4]
Not far from home! O blessed thought!
The trav’ler’s lonely heart to cheer;
With oft a heal-ing balm has brought,
And dried the mourner’s tear.
Then weep no more, since we shall meet
Where weary footsteps never roam-
Our tri-als past our joys complete,
Safe in our Father’s home.
Not far from home! O blessed thought!
The trav’ler’s lonely heart to cheer;
With oft a heal-ing balm has brought,
And dried the mourner’s tear.
Then weep no more, since we shall meet
Where weary footsteps never roam-
Our tri-als past our joys complete,
Safe in our Father’s home.