The Son of Man is come to save that which was lost.@Matthew 18:11
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Henry L. Gilmour (1836–1920)

Hen­ry L. Gil­mour, in Songs of Joy and Glad­ness, by John R. Swe­ney, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick et al. (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Mc­Don­ald & Gill, 1885), num­ber 221.

Kis­sim­mee Hen­ry L. Gil­mour, 1885 (🔊 pdf nwc).

During one of the se­vere snow­storms that vis­it­ed Co­lo­ra­do, a young man per­ished in sight of home. In his be­wil­der­ment he passed and re-passed his own cot­tage, to lie down and die al­most in range with the light in the win­dow which his young wife had placed there to guide him home.

All alone she watched the long night through, lis­ten­ing in vain for the foot­steps that would come no more; for long be­fore the morn­ing dawned the icy touch of death had stilled that warm, lov­ing heart. The sad death was made still sad­der by the fact that he was lost in sight of home.

How ma­ny wan­der­ers from the Fa­ther’s house are lost in sight of home, in the full glare of the Go­spel light! They have the open Bi­ble, ov­er­flow­ing with its calls and pro­mis­es, the faith­ful warn­ings from the sac­red desk, the ma­ni­fest­a­tions of God’s pro­vi­dence, all tend­ing to di­rect their foot­steps hea­ven­ward; and yet from all these they turn away, wait­ing for the more con­ven­ient sea­son, and are lost, at last, in sight of the ma­ny man­sions.

Henry Gil­mour

Lost in sight of home, where loved ones
Watch the weary hours in vain,
Longing for familiar footsteps
That seem not to come again.

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Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.

Lost in sight of home, where mother
Fondly gazed upon her boy,
While with upturned eyes he’d revel
In her gleeful songs of joy.

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Lost in sight of home, where Father
Waits to meet His wayward child;
Longs to welcome back and pardon,
Longs to see Him reconciled.

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Lost in sight of home, where brother’s
Last good-bye still lingers dear;
And that sister’s kiss at parting
Brings to mind the falling tear.

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Lost to many a friend and loved one,
Watching now in Heaven’s bright dome;
Lost while Jesus waits to welcome,
Lost, and lost in sight of home.

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