How I
long to go and live with my Savior,
In the
perfect land of never-ending day;
But
I'll never get to live with my Savior
If I
don't make preparations today.
O prepare,
please set your house in order, friend,
He did
so much to bring salvation to you;
And
you know that you'll come someday to life's cold end:
To be
ready be faithful, loyal and true.
I want
a mansion in that city above,
A place
with the faithful of all ages past;
To be
near the throne of the One that I love:
No sorrows
will trouble me -- safe home at last!
I'll
keep pressing onward in His Holy Name,
Though
the path be rocky and filled with debris;
And
ev'ry temptation and trial I'll tame:
'Till
from this world of sorrow at last I'm free.
For nothing
means as much as those words, "Well done..."
O! To
look upon the Savior's smiling face;
Someday
I will dwell in that land with God's Son:
In that
City fair there is for me a place.
..........H. L. Gradowith..........
04-12-01