On the Threshold
I'm 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.
—Horatius Bonar