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S. M.
Ever with the Lord.
1 Thess. 4:17.
“For ever with the Lord,”
Amen, so let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality.
2 Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.
3 My Father’s house on high,
Home of my soul, how near
At times, to faith’s aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear!
4 Ah, then my spirit faints,
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
5 Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my comfort flies;
Like Noah’s dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.
6 Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease;
While sweetly o’er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace.
Montgomery.