Anne R. Smith
SDA Hymnal (1985) Hymn # 439
[Verse 1]
How far from home? I asked, as on
I bent my stepsâthe watchman spake:
âThe long, dark night is almost gone,
The morning soon will break.
Then weep no more, but speed thy flight,
With Hopeâs bright star thy guiding ray,
Till thou shalt reach the realms of light,
In everlasting day.â
[Verse 2]
I asked the warrior on the field;
This was his soul-inspiring song:
âWith courage bold, the sword Iâll wield,
The battle is not long.
Then weep no more, but well endure
The conflict, till thy work is done;
For this we know, the prize is sure,
When victory is won.â
[Verse 3]
I asked again; earth, sea, and sun
Seemed, with one voice, to make reply:
âTimeâs wasting sands are nearly run,
E-ter-ni-ty is nigh.
Then weep no moreâwith warning tones,
Portentous sights are thickâning round,
The whole creation, waiting, groans,
To hear the trumpet sound.â
[Verse 4]
Not far from home! O blessed thought!
The travâlerâs lonely heart to cheer;
Which oft a healing balm has brought,
And dried the mournerâs tear.
Then weep no more, since we shall meet
Where weary footsteps never roamâ
Our trials past, our joys complete,
Safe in our Fatherâs home.
