Tea Roses with Our day of praise is done and Where Jesus is, is home to me

Our day of praise is done;
  The evening shadows fall;
But pass not from us with the sun,
  True Light that light’nest all.

Around the throne on high,
  Where night can never be,
The white robed harpers of the sky
  Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
  Too soon of praise we tire:
But O, the strains, how full and clear,
  Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will
  If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels’ music still
  May bear our lower part.

‘T is Thine each soul to calm,
  Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our life a daily psalm
  Of glory to Thy Name.

A little while, and then
  Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
  In perfect praise shall blend. Amen

John Ellerton
Where Jesus is, is home to me;             
There all is bright and fair;
He daily walks and talks with me,
And keeps me in His care.
To Him my soul is clinging,
While bells of joy are ringing;
For all the time I’m singing,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
And all my soul desires;
To be with Him by day and night,
Is all my heart requires.
His grace I cannot measure;
His love, a constant pleasure;
He is my only treasure;
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Where Jesus is, is home to me,
In palace, hall or mart;
And tho’ the world may turn aside,
From Him I cannot part.
His watchful care is o’er me;
His love is all my story;
And I shall sing in glory,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

Chorus
Where Jesus is, is home,
A stranger tho’ I roam;
My latest breath shall sing in death,
Where Jesus is, is home to me.

     Chas. H. Gabriel