1 How many sad partings we have on earth’s shore,
Yet there is a country where friends part no more;
There from those who love us no more will we roam,
No more sad farewells when we all meet at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
In mansions of glory we’ll all meet at home.
2 There death cannot enter to spread his alarms,
Our dear ones of earth are not torn from our arms;
No more the pale boatman will sail o’er the foam
To bear us away, when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
3 Why should these brief partings bring tears to our eyes?
We’ll soon be united to dwell in the skies;
With joy we will gather above yonder dome,
And make heaven ring when we all meet at home. [Refrain]
4 There Christ is preparing a mansion so fair,
And soon He will call us to dwell with Him there;
With joy we will go when we hear Him say “come,”
To dwell evermore in that beautiful home. [Refrain]
Johnson Oatman, Jr., son of Johnson and Rachel Ann Oatman, was born near Medford, N. J., April 21, 1856. His father was an excellent singer, and it always delighted the son to sit by his side and hear him sing the songs of the church.
Outside of the usual time spent in the public schools, Mr. Oatman received his education at Herbert's Academy, Princetown, N. J., and the New Jersey Collegiate Institute, Bordentown, N. J. At the age of nineteen he joined the M.E. Church, and a few years later he was granted a license to preach the Gospel, and still later he was regularly ordained by Bishop Merrill. However, Mr. Oatman only serves as a local preacher.
For many years he was engaged with his father in the mercantile business at Lumberton… Go to person page >