Thoughts suggested to the writer by the exclamation of a dying saint, “I’m going home.”
“I’m going borne!” I’m wing’d for flight
To yonder peaceful clime;
Prepai’d to go, I only wait
My God’s appointed time.
“I’m going home!” to join the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
To stand and bow, and cast my crown
Before the great “I AM.”
“I’m going home!” no longer earth
Hast thou a charm for me!
One spot―a narrow house―a grave
Is all I ask of thee,
“I’m going home!” but willing leave
My dust in thy embrace;
To wake again, cleans’d, purified,
Renew’d by sovereign grace.
“I’m going home!” to dwell with Him
Who bled and died for me;
For He hath said that where He is,
There shall His servant be.
“I’m going home!” transporting thought!
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
And bear my raptur’d soul away
To her celestial home.