THOUGHTS OF HOME. 193 I've been thinking of home: of the loved ones there, Dear friends, who have gone before, With whom we walked to the death-river side, And sadly thought, as we watched the tide, Of the happy days of yore. I've been thinking of home, and my heart is full Of love for the Lamb of God, Who His precious life as a ransom gave, For a sinful race e'en our souls to save From Justice, avenging rod. I've been thinking of home and I'm homesick now, My spirit doth long to be In "the better land," where the ransomed sing Of the love of Christ, their Redeemer, King, Of mercy, so costly, and free. To the Triune God, sweetest songs of praise With glory, and honor, and might. Mary F. Kirby. OH! TO BE READY. TO be ready when death shall come, No strife at parting, no sore amaze; No flitting shadows to dim the light But sweetly, gently, to pass away To list to the music of angel lyres, Anonymous. THE MEETING-PLACE. HERE the faded flower shall freshen, Where the shaded sky shall brighten, Where no shadow shall bewilder; And the dreamer dreams no more; 196 THE MEETING-PLACE. Where the child has found its mother, That were scattered on the wild Where the hidden wound is healed; Where a blasted world shall brighten Shed its healing splendor here; And a purer, fairer Eden Be where only wastes have been; OVER THE RIVER. 197 Where a King, in kingly glory 'Mid the holy and the blest. H. Bonar. OVER THE RIVER. VER the river they beckon to me Loved ones who've crossed to the The gleam of their snowy robes I see, tide, There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue; He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there; The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me! |