“HEAVEN is our fatherland, heaven is our home,” we sing, and soon we shall see the lovely home above. His own hand has decked it; His own heart has planned its delights. Eye hath not seen it, nor ear heard its songs, but it will be home, sweet home, and we shall be at home there. Already the Holy Spirit fills our hearts with joy at the prospect of its delights; soon we shall be at rest at home.
“Then no stranger, God shall meet thee,
Stranger thou in courts above!
He who to His rest shall greet thee,
Greets thee with a well-known love.”