MY HOME IS GOD HIMSELF
It was not so
A long, long road I travelled night and day
And sought o find within myself some way
Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near
Self-effort failed, and I was filled with fear
And then I found God was the only way
That I must come to Him and in Him stay
And God had told me so.
And now, MY HOME IS GOD, and sheltered there
God meets the trials of my earthly life
God compasses me round from storm and strife
God takes the burden of my daily care
O Wondrous Place ! O Home divinely fair
And I, God’s little one, safe hidden there
Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me
So make me dead to everything but Thee
That as I rest within my Home most fair
my soul may evermore and only see
My God in everything and everywhere
MY HOME IS GOD
You cannot detain the eagle in the forest. You may gather around him a chorus of the choicest birds; you may give him a perch on the goodliest pine; you may charged winged messengers to bring him choicest dainties ——– BUT HE WILL SPURN THEM ALL. Spreading his lofty wings, and with his eye on the Alpine cliff, he will soar away to his own ancestral halls amid the rocks and the wild music of tempest and waterfall.
The SOUL OF MAN, in its eagle soaring, will rest with nothing short of the ROCK OF AGES. Its ancestral halls are the halls of Heaven. Its rocks are the attributes of God. The sweep of its majestic flight is eternity. “Lord Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations”.