Dear Fathers, Friends in Christ,
How often do we see to one another " oh, its Friday again " , days , months , years roll on with enormous speed. This also effects the place we call " home".
First of all " Home " is with mum and dad , then it might be a boarding school away
First of all " Home " is with mum and dad , then it might be a boarding school away
from home and for many of my chinese friends it is dormitory supplied by their
employer. The one might get married and then one moves to another home.
We are then are quite familiar with changes regarding our home on this earth. If we
confess Christ Crucified , then we also know , that " Heaven is our Home " and
eventually our citizenship is in Heaven .Now you understand the sentence in the first
verse of the hymn " yet nightly pitch my moving tent a days march nearer home"
Tell me something , is this how you see your journey on this earth? A pilgrimage
Tell me something , is this how you see your journey on this earth? A pilgrimage
from our temporary home on this earth to our Eternal home in our Father's house
on high.
I have used this hymn a lot , when I conducted burial services for instances , there
is a tremendous power of comfort coming through. Do you feel that too ?
I have a copy of the hymn on file ... if you would like one , fee free to
e-mail me on fatheredbakker@yahoo.com, do introduce yourself.
I have a copy of the hymn on file ... if you would like one , fee free to
e-mail me on fatheredbakker@yahoo.com, do introduce yourself.
Remember we are not strangers here , heaven is our Home .
"For ever with the Lord!"
Amen; so let it be;
life from the dead is in that word,
'tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
absent from him I roam,
yet nightly pitch my moving tent
a day's march nearer home.
Amen; so let it be;
life from the dead is in that word,
'tis immortality.
Here in the body pent,
absent from him I roam,
yet nightly pitch my moving tent
a day's march nearer home.
My Father's house on high,
home of the soul, how near!
At times to faith's foreseeing eye
thy golden gates appear!
Ah! then my spirit faints,
to reach the land I love,
the bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
home of the soul, how near!
At times to faith's foreseeing eye
thy golden gates appear!
Ah! then my spirit faints,
to reach the land I love,
the bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
"For ever with the Lord!"
Father, if 'tis thy will,
the promise of that faithful word
even here to me fulfill.
Be thou at my right hand,
then can I never fail;
uphold thou me, and I shall stand,
fight, and I must prevail.
Father, if 'tis thy will,
the promise of that faithful word
even here to me fulfill.
Be thou at my right hand,
then can I never fail;
uphold thou me, and I shall stand,
fight, and I must prevail.
So when my latest breath
shall rend the veil in twain,
by death I shall escape from death,
and life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,
how shall I love that word,
and oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord!"
shall rend the veil in twain,
by death I shall escape from death,
and life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,
how shall I love that word,
and oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord!"
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Words: James Montgomery, 1835
Music: Moving Tent, Nearer Home, Llanllyfni
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Father Ed Bakker
