LORD, TAKE ME HOME When mounting age my shoulders bow. And youth no more my ways endow, To far-off lands I no more roam, Lord, take me Home; Lord, take me Home. When fading time has dimmed its glow, And I no more earth’s pleasures know, Turn idle dreams to empty foam. Lord, take me Home; Lord, take me Home. As stars of night in breaking day Their lustre fair doth fade away, And lost their glow in heaven’s dome; Lord, take me Home; Lord, take me Home. When things of time no longer lure, For sorrow’s grief there seems no cure, From this sad discord and its gloom, Lord, take me Home; Lord, take me Home. Yet piercing through this dark’ning night I glimpse the Glory fair and bright. And welcome that glad Heavenly Home. Lord, take me Home; Lord, take me Home. — Col. A. D. Bradley PRAYER MEETING NIGHT 'Twas a prayer meeting night, And God’s house was alight; The preacher and God met in prayer, 'Twas a sweet time indeed For the preacher to see All the blessings which God gave him there. But the serious fact Was the terrible lack Of the children of God who weren’t there;
Satisfied with oneself With a home and some wealth, They forgot when the time came for prayer. When to Heaven they came Through the Lord Jesus’ name. All received due reward for their acts; Some were greatly surprised At their former disguise When the Lord revealed all of facts. To the prayerless He said: "Faith without works is dead; You are saved, yet so as through the fire!” To the preacher said He: “Faithful were you to me; Enter thou to thy restful desire!” Now, on prayer meeting night, When God’s house is alight, May all children of God meet in prayer; ’Tis a sweet time indeed For the children to feed On the blessings which God gives them there! Out of his own full, harvest store, A portion to others who have striven Yet failed to garner. Yea, the more He shares, his gratitudes lift higher Like incense rising from the sod: An acceptable, heart-warming fire That takes its sure way up to God. He thanks the Lord best who, re joicing, Refuses ever to be sad, Whose prayer is filled with the glad voicing, Of the many blessings he has had. He thanks his God best who, in serv ing, Serves all mankind. His praises rise Like a swift arrow, straight, un swerving, Piercing the fabric of the skies. — Grace Noll Crowell ACCEPTED PRAISE He thanks the Lord best who has given
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