Home At Last!

Home At Last!

By: Robert A. Searles

Last night as I slept on my pillow,

I dreamed of a city so fair:

The streets were of gold,

The gates were of pearl;

The sea was like pure crystal glass.

No sickness, no pain, no sadness nor grief;

No death, and no evil was there.

I dreamed I had entered that city,

And walked on those streets of pure gold;

I dreamed I had sailed on that pure crystal sea,

And I heard someone say: Home at last!

Only pure light and endless delight

Are found in that city so fair.

Home at last! Home at last! I heard them all say.

We welcome you home from the fight.

Oh! sinner, why will you tarry

And work for the one

Who will pay you the wages of sin?

Death is the wages that Satan will pay

For all of your service to him.

When Jesus our Savior is offering you

The gift of eternal life.

A place in that city I dreamed of last night;

A place with the Father and home.