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I’ve been reading a message so sweet and so wonderful,
From our Father above to his children below;
And it tells me his heart is still tender and merciful,
That his love not a shadow of changing can know.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

And it tells of the beautiful city of jasper walls,
With its bright gates of pearl and its streets of pure gold;
They’ve no need of the sun, for the shade of night never falls,
And these manifold splendors I soon shall behold.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

And I read that while here in this world full of pain and woes,
I may cast upon him ev’ry burden and care,
And my heart strangely warms when I feel that my Father knows;
That his arms are around me, my trials to share.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

So I’m watching and waiting until he shall call for me,
And the sound of his voice I am longing to hear;
Then my spirit shall rise, evermore with my Lord to be,
And the word he has giv’n is my comfort while here.
O this letter from home, sweet letter from home,
Precious letter from “home, sweet home,”

Chorus
Then let praises be giv’n to our Father in heav’n
For his wonderful message from home;
There is naught in this world half so dear to my heart
As this letter from “home, sweet home.”
                                    Mrs. C. H. Morris
When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,
And the sunlight fall in gladness
On the river and the rills,
We recall our Father’s promise
In the rainbow of the spray:
We shall know each other better
When the mists have rolled away.

Oft we tread the path before us
With a weary burden’d heart;
Oft we toil amidst the shadows,
And our fields are far apart:
But the Savior’s “Come, ye blessed”
All our labor will repay,
When we gather in the morning
Where the mists have rolled away.

We shall come with joy and gladness,
We shall gather round the throne;
Face to face with those that love us,
We shall know as we are known:
And the song of our redemption,
Shall resound tho’ endless day,
When the shadows have departed,
And the mists have rolled away.

Chorus
We shall know as we are known,
Nevermore to walk alone,
In the dawning of the morning
Of that bright and happy day:
We shall know each other better,
When the mists have rolled away.

Annie Herbert, arr