Nearer Home

O’er the hills the sun is set­ting

And the eve is draw­ing on;

Slowly drops the gen­tle twi­light

For ano­ther day is gone;

Gone for aye—its race is ov­er

Soon the dark­er shades will come;

Still

’tis sweet to know at ev­en

We are one day near­er home.

Worn and weary

oft the pil­grim

Hails the set­ting of the sun;

For the goal is one day near­er

And the jour­ney near­ly done;

Thus we feel when o’er life’s de­sert

Heart and san­dal-sore we roam

As the twi­light ga­thers ov­er us

We are one day near­er home.

Nearer home! yes

one day near­er

To our Fa­ther’s house on high—

To the green fields and the fount­ains

Of the land be­yond the sky.

For the heav­ens grow bright­er ov­er us

And the lamps hang in the dome;

And our tents are pitched still clos­er

For we’re one day clos­er home.

One day near­er

sings the sail­or

As he glides the wa­ters o’er

While the light is soft­ly dy­ing

On his dist­ant na­tive shore;

Thus the Christ­ian on life’s ocean

As his light boat cuts the foam

In the ev­en­ing cries with rap­ture—

I am one day near­er home.