Home

Tonight at Church I quoted an amazing hymn which I have never heard sung live but which resonates with the way some of us will get to heaven.

Safe home, safe home in port!

Rent cordage, shattered deck,

Torn sails, provisions short,

And only not a wreck;

But oh! the joy upon the shore

To tell our voyage perils o’er!

The prize, the prize secure!

The athlete nearly fell;

Bare all he could endure,

And bare not always well;

But he may smile at troubles gone

Who sets the victor-garland on.

No more the foe can harm;

No more of leaguered camp,

And cry of night alarm,

And need of ready lamp;

And yet how nearly he had failed

How nearly had that foe prevailed!

The exile is at home!

O nights and days of tears,

O longings not to roam,

O sins and doubts and fears;

What matters now grief’s darkest day?

The King has wiped those tears away

I was astonished to find it even has a contemporary version on youtube! It is hard to imagine a longer journey for a hymn than from Joseph of the Studium to Monks Coffee House Music Venue in Abilene, but here we go . . .