“Forever with the Lord!”
Amen! so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality!
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him we roam,
Yet nightly pitch our moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.

  Nearer home, nearer home,
  A day’s march nearer home.

Our Father’s home on high,
Home to our souls how dear!
E’en now, to faith’s transpiercing eye
Thy golden gates appear.
Our thirsty spirits faint
To reach the home we love,
The bright inheritance of saints—
Jerusalem above.

And though there intervene
Rough seas and stormy skies,
Though by no mortal vision seen,
Thy glory fills our eyes.
There shall all clouds depart,
The wilderness shall cease,
And sweetly shall each gladdened heart
Enjoy eternal peace.