The Lights of Home

O the friends that now are wait­ing

In the cloud­less realms of day

Who are call­ing me to fol­low

Where their steps have led the way;

They have laid aside their ar­mor

And their earth­ly course is run;

They have kept the faith with pa­tience

And their crown of life is won.

They are call­ing

gently call­ing

Sweetly call­ing me to come

And I’m look­ing through the sha­dows

For the bless­èd lights of home.

They have laid aside their ar­mor

For the robe of spot­less white;

And with Je­sus they are walk­ing

Where the riv­er spark­les bright.

We have la­bored here to­ge­ther

We have la­bored side by side

Just a lit­tle while be­fore me

They have crossed the roll­ing tide.

On those dear fa­mil­iar fac­es

There will be no trace of care;

Every sigh was hushed for­ev­er

At the pal­ace gate so fair.

I shall see them

I shall know them

I shall hear their song of love

And we’ll all sing hal­le­lu­jah

In our Fa­ther’s house above.