THE HOME-CALL

This poem from which Hymn No 312 is taken, was written by Mr Champney in memoriam of Mr J.Revell who departed to be with Christ on 10 April 1900.

 

[in memoriam of J.R.]

How sweet the Home-Call to Thyself above,

To be with Christ in everlasting love,

Before Thyself, our God, in perfect rest,

In Thine eternal presence ever blest!

Oh, wondrous thought of Thine, that we should be

At home, O God, in all that suiteth Thee,

Where all is of and for Thyself alone,

And finds its glorious centre in the Son!

Where all's apart from death, apart from sin,

Where what defileth cannot enter in,

Where never was, nor ever will be care,

But sweet relief from all the pressure here!

Where, heavenly peace possesses every breast,

Where naught disturbs that sweet, eternal rest,

Where love abideth and pervadeth all

The happy subjects of that blest Home-Call.

And to that call, O God, we answer now,

As in assembly we before Thee bow,

And worship Thee, the Father and the Son,

With all Thy saints, O God, in spirit one.

'Tis by Thy gift, our Father, we are His,

That we may be with Him, and where He is,

That we may hear Him tell Thy love untold,

And may the glory of Thy Son behold !

Beholding it, we worship and adore,

The more we see Thy love, we love the more!

Thou art our blessed God, our hearts exclaim!

And glory, glory, glory in Thy Name!