Christ My Song - 1062
Thou art home at last, each waymark past - Home at last
(Hannah K. Burlingham/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Home at last.
1. Thou art home at last, each waymark past,
thou hast sped to the goal before me;
and oh, my tears fall thick and fast,
like the hopes that had blossomed o'er thee.
My lips refuse to say farewell,
for our life-link nought can sever;
thou'rt early gone with Christ to dwell,
where we both shall be for ever. PDF - Midi
2. Thou wilt weep no more, where storms are o'er,
where the glory is gleaming yonder;
oh! the parting wrench my heart that tore,
it hath made the love-grasp fonder!
'Twas vain, 'twas vain to bid thee stay,
for thy tent's frail cords were riven;
I watched thee wing thy joyful way,
through the pearly gates of heaven.
Hannah K. Burlingham, Wayside Songs, 1901, 177.