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Poems by Mary Hunter |
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1. SAINTS MEETING WITH JESUS O how sweet to meet with Jesus When the storm of life is o'er When the battle fought and victory won And safe on Canaan's shore... When no more of sin and sorrow Shall disturb our peaceful rest When no dread of life's tomorrow Shall e'er cross our happy breast... When within that happy mansion Our feet no more shall roam We shall see our dear Redeemer Who will bid us welcome home... Home from every clime and nation Home from Afric's burning sand From the South Sea, and her islands And from frozen north Lapland... When all shall join together To sing our Saviour's praise And shout our Hallelujahs In never-ending days... 2. HOME "I'se doin' home", said a little child And its heart beat high in rapture wild And it danced along on its homeward way For it had been away from its home all day And it thought of its mama's fond caress With a shake and a hug and a sweet sweet kiss And thought of a ride on papa's knee And it shouted aloud for very glee ... "I'm going home", said a little boy And his heart beat wild in his childish joy And he laid way within his desk His dull old book, and his hateful task He longed for the lane with its quiet pool To paddle in, on his road from school And longed for his mother's pantry shelf Where oftentimes he had helped himself ... "I am going home", said a maiden fair And the sunbeams danced in her golden hair And her laughter's peel was like music sweet Or like ripples of water where two streams meet "I long to drive up the winding lane Between rows of maples, and fields of grain I am going to see my home so dear For I have not seen it for over a year" ... "I am going home", said the youth at school As he packed his grip, but his heart was full And he thought of being at home again And of bringing the cows up the winding lane And folk at home would be filled with delight For they were watching for him that night And his mother would cry for very joy To kiss again her grown-up boy ... "I am going home" said the fair young bride "Home by my loving husband's side And away from me he shall never roam For we'll be so happy in our own dear home And over this old world so wide No place shall be like our own fireside And all that's untrue from our home be driven And earth have one bright spot of heaven" ... "I am going home", said the man of care "To the sun-bathed fields, and my native air Away from the noise of the city's din Away from the haunts of vice and sin To that dear old home, where I played with glee And said my prayers at my mother's knee And I'll drink of the gurgling dancing rill Where it sparkled so clear at the foot of the hill" ... "I am going home" said a matron grave Where the grass is green, and the flowers wave? But years had passed since we wept o'er the bier That held her first-born's dust, so dear And though others came, her home to grace No other had ever quite filled its place For long its prattle she sorely missed And its downy cheek she had often kissed ... "I am going home", said the man of God Who the way of the Master long had trod Who had often told of a Saviour's love And a glorious home for the saints above And he longed to be in that home of light With nothing there to dim his sight His feet were sore with the way he trod And he longed for the balm of a healing God 3. COMING HOME O brothers and sisters growing old Do you all remember yet That home in the shade of the rustly trees Where once our household met? Do you mind how we used to come from school Through the summer's pleasant heat With the yellow finnels golden dust On our tired little feet? And how sometimes in an idle mood We loitered on the way And stopped in the woods to gather flowers Or in the fields to play Till warned by the deep'ning shadows fall That told of the coming night We climbed to the top of the last long hill And saw our home in sight And brothers and sisters, older now Than she whose life is o'er Do you think of the mother's loving face That looked from the open door Alas, for the changing things of time That home in the dust is low And that loving smile was hid from us In the darkness long ago And we have come to life's last hill From which our weary eyes Can almost look on that home that shines Eternal in the skies So brothers and sisters as we go Still let us move as one Always together keeping step Till the march of life is done For that mother who waited for us here Wearing a smile so sweet Now waits on the hills of Paradise For her children's coming feet |
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