J. Montgomery

S.M.D.

“FOREVER 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.

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My Father’s house on high,

Home of my 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.

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“Forever with the Lord!”

Father, if ’tis Thy will,

The promise of that faithful word

E’en here to me fulfil.

Be Thou at my right hand,

Then I can never fail;

Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand

Fight, and I must prevail.

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So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,

By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain.

That resurrection-word,

That shout of victory,

Once more, “Forever with the Lord!”

Amen, so let it be!