407. One sweetly solemn thought
P.M.
Ambrose:
Robert S. Ambrose, 1876
Phoebe Cary, 1852
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One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I am nearer my home today
Than I ever have been before;
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Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea,
Nearer my Father's house,
Where the "many mansions" be;
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Nearer the bound of life,
Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown;
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But lying darkly between,
Winding down through the night,
Is the deep and unknown stream
To be crossed ere we reach the light.
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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;
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Feel thee near when my feet
Are slipping over the brink;
For it may be I'm nearer home,
Nearer now than I think.
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