1 Afar seems the Homeland and faint comes its call
When over the pilgrim the wild surges roll;
Yet visions of glory oft shine over all
And whisper of hope to the storm-beaten soul.
After our night of sorrow
Cometh Eternity’s morrow;
After the turmoil of sin and strife,
Peace and the bliss of immortal life.
Ever the day draws nearer,
Ever the promise grows dearer;
After the shadows of earth are past
We’ll reach the dear Homeland at last.
2 Strange echoes float ‘round us amid the wild gale,
The strains of an anthem that rings wild and high;
And ever the joy-notes with rapture we hail,
The song of the ransomed we’ll swell by and by. [Chorus]
3 We rest in the hollow of God’s mighty hand;
Secure in His love we have nothing to fear;
For tempest and sunshine obey His command,
His voice in the darkness will bring us good cheer. [Chorus]
Annie L. Pinfold was born in Windsor, England in 1870. She later lived in a small town near the border of Maine and New Hampshire.She started writing short stories for Sunday school publications but then started writing hymns.
Dianne Shapiro, from "The Singers and Their Songs: sketches of living gospel hymn writers" by Charles Hutchinson Gabriel (Chicago: The Rodeheaver Company, 1916) Go to person page >