Your home is in the consciousness of good;
Wind-swept and clean from every lurking fear.
And there God's child may sojourn unperturbed,
Knowing the Father's presence ever near.
A place is there for happy-hearted toil
To see the truth that operates unspent,
A place by Christ prepared, where you may work
With just reward and very great content;
And in this house of God is resting place,
A covert and a refuge from the blast,
Where you may hear the deeper harmonies,
And understanding show to you at last
A blessed, quiet place for listening,
A holy prophet's chamber on the wall,
Where breaks upon the Soul-illumined thought
The truth that God is All.
Go forward, friend, with confidence and joy;
Oh, let no earthly mist obscure the view.
The key is yours! The door is open now.
The house your Father buildeth is for you.
