439 – How Far From Home�

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 guiding ray,�Till thou shalt reach the realms of light,�In everlasting days.”

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.”

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 trails past, our joys complete,�Safe in our Father’s home.