443. "We know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of WHEN on my day of life the night is falling, And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, I have but thee, my Father! let thy spirit I hear far voices out of darkness calling Thou, who hast made my home of life so pleasant, Suffice it if my good and ill unreckoned, And both forgiven through thy abounding grace Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; I find myself by hands familiar beckoned |