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L. M.
In my Father’s house, etc.
John 14:2.
Thy Father’s house! thine own bright home,
And thou hast there a place for me!
Though yet an exile here I roam,
That distant home by faith I see.
2 I see its domes resplendent glow,
Where beams of God’s own glory fall;
And trees of life immortal grow,
Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall.
3 I know that thou, who on the tree
Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee,
And waitest to receive me there!
4 Thy love will there array my soul
In thine own robe of spotless hue;
And I shall gaze while ages roll,
On thee, with raptures ever new!
5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet
Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er;
A Father’s warm embrace to meet,
And dwell at home for evermore!
Ray Palmer.