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<h2>HOW FAR FROM HOME?</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Thou shalt weep no more.” Isaiah 30:19</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_m_smith_ar.html" target="_blank">Annie Rebekah Smith</a>, 1853.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Tis Midnight Hour,” from a song by that name, by an anonymous composer </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_t_i_tismidnh.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>How far from home? I asked, as on<br>
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I bent my steps—the watchman spake:<br>
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“The long, dark night is almost gone,<br>
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The morning soon will break.<br>
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Then weep no more, but speed thy flight,<br>
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With Hope’s bright star thy guiding ray,<br>
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Till thou shalt reach the realms of light,<br>
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In everlasting day.”
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<p>I asked the warrior on the field;<br>
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This was his soul inspiring song:<br>
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“With courage bold, the sword I’ll wield,<br>
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The battle is not long.<br>
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Then weep no more, but well endure<br>
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The conflict, till thy work is done;<br>
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For this we know, the prize is sure,<br>
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When victory is won.”</p>
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<p>I asked again; earth, sea and sun<br>
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Seemed, with one voice, to make reply:<br>
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“Time’s wasting sands are nearly run,<br>
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Eternity is nigh.<br>
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Then weep no more—with warning tones,<br>
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Portentous sights are thickening round,<br>
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The whole creation, waiting, groans,<br>
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To hear the trumpet sound.”</p>
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<p>Not far from home! O blessèd thought!<br>
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The traveler’s lonely heart to cheer;<br>
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Which oft a healing balm has brought,<br>
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And dried the mourner’s tear.<br>
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Then weep no more, since we shall meet<br>
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Where weary footsteps never roam—<br>
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Our trials past, our joys complete,<br>
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Safe in our Father’s home.</p>
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