Nearer Home



One sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me over and over;

I’m nearer my home today

Than I ever have been before;


Nearer my father’s house,

Where the many mansions be;

Nearer the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea.


Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our burdens down;

Nearer leaving the cross,

Nearer gaining the crown!


But lying darkly between,

Winding down through the night,

Is the silent, unknown stream,

That leads at last to the light.


Oh, if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the brink;

If it be I am nearer home

Even today than I think-


Father, perfect my trust!

Let my spirit feel, in death,

That her feet are firmly set

On the Rock of a living faith!