Burton, Annie L.
|MY FAVORITE HYMNS|
For, O we stand on Jordan's strand,
Our friends are passing over;
And, just before, the shining shore
We may almost discover!
We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,
Our heavenly home discerning;
Our absent Lord has left us word,
"Let every lamp be burning."
Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.
Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,
Each cord on earth to sever;
Our King says, "Come!" and there's our home,
Forever, O forever.