A Better Home

Ever since I have been

Living in this world of sin

I have had tri­als al­most ev­ery day;

Always some­thing

more or less

To de­stroy my hap­pi­ness

And this is how I’ve come all the way.

I have start­ed out to find a bet­ter home

Where the tri­als of this life can nev­er come.

There with re­la­tives and friends

I shall be so hap­py then

In the pre­sence of the Lord all the time.

It was when I was young

I began to think up­on

My con­di­tion as a sin­ner un­saved;

And at once made up my mind

While I had suf­fi­cient time

I would bow on my knees and pray.

When I real­ized I had

Found the Lord

I was so glad

For I thought all my tri­als would be done;

That my way would al­ways be

One con­tin­uous ju­bi­lee

But I found out my tri­als had just be­gun.

Old Sa­tan tried to get

Me to live a hy­po­crite

And to on­ly have an out­ward form;

He said time had changed the way

And in this en­light­ened day

To do what­e’er you please is no harm.

I tried it for a while

Keeping up with ev­ery style

And was try­ing to get the crown with­out the cross.

I found it would not do;

For the Word of God is true.

And un­less I live up­right I would be lost.

Then I put the world aside

Taking Je­sus for my guide

I be­gan to try to walk the nar­row way.

It is te­di­ous

I ad­mit

But I am not wea­ry yet;

I shall tra­vel on un­til the per­fect day.