P.M. [1551]Ambrose: Robert S. Ambrose, 1876 Phoebe Cary, 1852 One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer my home today Than I ever have been before; Nearer the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea, Nearer my Father's house, Where the "many mansions" be; 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 deep and unknown stream To be crossed ere we reach the light. Jesus, perfect my trust, Strengthen the hand of my faith: Let me feel thee near when I stand On the edge of the shore of death; Feel thee near when my feet Are slipping over the brink; For it may be I'm nearer home, Nearer now than I think. Amen. |