One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o’er and o’er;
I an nearer home today
Than I ever have been before
Nearer my Father’s house,
Where the many mansions be;
Near the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;
Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown!
But lying darkly between,
Winding down through the night,
Os the silent unknown stream,
That leads at last to the light.
Closer and closer my steps
Come to the dread abysm;
Closer death to my lips
Presses the awful chasm
Oh, if my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink;
If it be I am nearer home
Even today than I think;
Father, perfect my trust;
Let my spirit feel in death,
That her feet are firmly set
On the rock of a living faith!
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