1 When I get home to my Father’s land
And come to His open door,
And feel the welcoming grasp of His hand
On that bright eternal shore,
And He whispers, “Child, I have watched for thee,”
Then, oh, then and there will be heav’n for me.
It matters not if the way be long,
Or the feet that follow Him bleed,
I know full well I cannot go wrong,
If I follow where Christ will lead.
2 I cannot see where the pathway lies
That leads to the hills afar;
I only know that we climb to the skies
Over ways where pitfalls are,
But I’m trusting all to the Guide and know
That the way leads home from the vales below. [Refrain]
3 But ere I go to my Father’s land,
I’ll taste of the joy to come;
And in the dawn feel the touch of the hand
That shall keep and lead me home;
Tho’ the face of Jesus I cannot see,
He is near, I know, and it comforts me. [Refrain]
Rexford, Eben Eugene.M (Johnsburg, New York, July 16, 1848--October 16, 1916, Shiocton, Wisconsin). Horticulturalist and editor of a Wisconsin farm journal. Many of his verses were used to fill empty corners of the journal. He also wrote many books on gardening. Lawrence University (Appleton, Wisc.), Litt.D. Twenty-five years, organist at First Congregational Church, Shiocton.
See: Smith, Mary L.P. (1930). Eben E. Rexford; a biographical sketch. Menasha, Wis., George Banta Pub. Co.
--Leonard Ellinwood, DNAH Archives and Gabriel, Charles H. (1916). Singers and Their Songs. Chicago: The Rodeheaver Company.… Go to person page >