1 How often as thro’ this dark valley I roam,
I think of the dear ones gather’d safe home;
That where the circle ne’er broken shall be,
Where storm-clouds of sorrow they never shall see.
Home, precious home, sweet the thought it is to me;
Home far away o’er the dark, mystic sea;
Home, precious home, that will never decay;
Home, where with Jesus I ever shall stay.
2 ‘Tis not by good works I that mansion shall gain,
‘Twill be thro’ the One who for sinners was slain;
And, but for the blood Jesus shed on the tree,
I homeless and friendless forever would be. [Chorus]
3 Oh, what tho’ I gather earth’s silver and gold,
And titles to mansions and lands I may hold;
Yet I’m but a pilgrim, and short is my stay,
I’m bound for that mansion, ‘twill ne’er pass away. [Chorus]
4 Then onward I’ll journey, my cross meekly bear,
To wand’rers I’ll tell of the home over there;
Christ Jesus, my Lord, in His infinite love,
Invites ev’ry sinner to that home above. [Chorus]
Charles J Butler USA 1860- Butler, a Methodist, speaks of a voyage he took from his home, Camden, NJ, as a bachelor, to Britain around 1894, stating he roamed around the British Isles for 14 months through Scotland, Ireland, Britain, and Paris, dealing with ship stewards, street urchins, and visiting famous sights. He wrote about his trip in 1901. He later resided in Philadephia and was a salesman and musician. He wrote “Heart Melodies #3” with Charles Bentley (1897). He is possibly the listed secretary of the YMCA in Philadelphia in 1920.
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