I Feel Jesus Drawing Near

I'm going home, no more to roam,
For Jesus bids me come;
That home on high, that blissful home,
That glor'ous home, That heav'nly home,
Which is compared to none,
It is compared to none.

To lay this weary body down,
No more, through sin to fall;
No more to fear my Maker's frown,
But put on Christ's bright, right'ous gown.
And know Him, Lord of all,
To see Him, Lord of all.

Oh, yes, I weep in sorrow here,
And know not where to steer;
But, now I feel my Lord draw near,
I feel His peace cast out my fear,
His music charms my ear,
I feel His Love, so dear.

Farewell, dear friends, I must go home,
No more, this earth to roam;
I leave you in Dear Jesus care,
He loves you so, then never fear,
You too, He shall take home,
All His Own, soon take home.

Allen Bailey