The End Is Not Yet
Home by different ways. Yet all
Homeward bound thro' prayer and praise,
Young with old, and great with small,
Home by different ways.
Many nights and many days
Wind must bluster, rain must fall,
Quake the quicksand, shift the haze.
Life hath called and death will call
Saints who praying kneel at gaze,
Ford the flood or leap the wall,
Home by different ways.
Homeward bound thro' prayer and praise,
Young with old, and great with small,
Home by different ways.
Many nights and many days
Wind must bluster, rain must fall,
Quake the quicksand, shift the haze.
Life hath called and death will call
Saints who praying kneel at gaze,
Ford the flood or leap the wall,
Home by different ways.
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