Just al home! Oh, wearyfeet 1 low sweel will be t hy real Soon to presa i he golden si rand Of realms forever blesi . Just at home! Oh, tired hands, Hot, hot has been the Bgh1 . Still thy God ha t li st rengt hened thee And put thy foes to flight. Just at home! Oh, aching heart, What joy to thee shailcome! God's sweel Bmile shall give thee peace In that eternal home. Just at home! Oh, eyes bedimmed, Read tliou the promise plain: "God shall wipe away all teara" And eaBe the sharpest pain. Just at homo! Oh, soul redeemed Through Je8us' preoious blood, I [ea r t he voioe t hat soon shall cali Thee to thy full reward. W.H.H. Detroit, Mich.