Hark the song of holy rapture, Hear it break from yonder strand, Where our friends for us are waiting, In the golden, summer land. They have reached the port of glory, O'er the Jordan they have passed, And with millions they are shouting, Home at last, home at last. Oh, the long and sweet re-union, Where the bells of time shall cease; Oh, the greeting, endless greeting, On the vernal heights of peace; Where the hoping and desponding Of the weary heart are past, And we enter life eternal-- Home at last, home at last. Look beyond, the skies are clearing; See, the mist dissolves away; Soon our eyes will catch the dawning Of a bright celestial day; Soon the shadows will be lifted, That around us now are cast, And rejoicing we shall gather, Home at last, home at last. It is no wonder that St. John in the Apocalypse, speaking anticipatively, says: "A voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. "And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. "Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honor to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. "And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints. "And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God." Who are the true called to the marriage supper of the Lamb? Who are arrayed in white linen, pure and white? They are those who try to be like Him who said, "I am the good shepherd who gave His life for the sheep." Here, in this wilderness of wandering, it is our imperative duty to go out after the suffering and sorrowing and straying, and bring them into the fold. CHAPTER XXIV. ANSWERED PRAYER. I want to go home, to know it all-- The Saviour's love for the sinner's soul, The mercy of God and the glory given To saints when they're safely brought to heaven. "Here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come." Ours is a camp life. Moses, in his wonderful prayer, claims God as his guide and protector amid all the changing scenes of life. "Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is passed, and as a watch in the night."--Ps. xc. 1-4. How essential then to constantly seek the guidance of God in all we undertake for His glory.