#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