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 I roam,
Yet nightly will I pitch my tent
A day’s march nearer home.

My Father’s house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
At time to faith’s aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear.
Ah, then the spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.

Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies,
Like Noah’s dove, I flit between,
Rough seas and stormy skies.
And now the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease,
While sweetly o’er my gladden’d heart,
Expands the bow of peace.

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