On The Threshold.

by Horatius Bonar

from: Hymns of Faith and Hope - Second Series

Fit returning, not departing;

My steps are homeward bound.

I quit the land of strangers

For a home on native ground.

I am, rising, and not setting;

This is not night but day.

Not in darkness, but in sunshine.

Like a star, I fade away.

All is well with me for ever

I do not fear to go.

My tide is but beginning

Its bright eternal flow.

I am leaving only shadows,

For the true and fair and good.

I must not, cannot, linger;

I would not, though I could.

This is not death's dark portal,

'Tis life's golden gate to me.

Link after link is broken,

And I at last am free.

I am going to the angels,

I am going to my God;

I know the hand that beckons,

I see the holy road.

Why grieve me with your weeping,

Your tears are all in vain;

An hour's farewell, beloved,

And we shall meet again.

Jesus, thou wilt receive me,

And welcome me above;

This sunshine, which now fills me,

Is Thine own smile of love.