1 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!
2 Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above!
3 Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospect flies;
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.
4 Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace.
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First Line: | My Father's house on high |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Eternity |