Nearer Home
O'er the hill the sun is setting,
O'er the hill 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.
Nearer home, nearer home,Nearer to our home on high,To the green fields and the fountainsOf the land beyond the sky.
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!" l"
Worn and weary, oft the pilgrimHails the setting of the sun;For the goal is one day nearer,And his journey nearer done.Thus we feel, when o'er Life's desert,Heart and sandal-worn we roam;As the twilight gathers o'er us,We are one day nearer home.
Nearer home! yes, one day nearerTo our Father's house on high,—To the green fields and the fountains,Of the land beyond the sky;For the heavens grow brighter o'er us,And the lamps hang in the dome,And our tents are pitched still closer,For we're one day nearer home.