| For ever with the LORD! Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, And immortality! | | Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. | | My Father's house on high, Home of my soul! how near, At times, to Faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear! | | Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above! | | Yet clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. | | Anon the clouds depart, The winds and waters cease; While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart Expands the bow of peace! | | Beneath its glowing arch, Along the hallow'd ground, I see cherubic armies march, A camp of fire around. 189 | | I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour, The choral harmonies of Heaven Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower. | | Then, then I feel, that He, Remember'd or forgot, The LORD, is never far from me, Though I perceive Him not. | |