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Home, Sweet Home

H.M.S. Richards Sr.

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Marching to Zion - King's Heralds

Rock of Ages - Gerford Brothers Quartet

Home, Sweet Home - Del Delker

Happy the Home - King's Heralds

I'm But a Stranger Here - King's Heralds

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 “Lift up the trumpet and loud let it ring:

 Jesus is coming again!

Cheer up, ye pilgrims, be joyful and sing:

Jesus is coming again!

 

This is the Voice of Prophecy – a voice crying in the wilderness of these modern days. Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

 

“Coming again, coming again,

Jesus is coming again!”

 

From our Voice of Prophecy Studios in Los Angeles, California, we welcome you to this half hour of inspiration and music, transcribed with the Kings Herald’s, Del Delker, Brad Braley, and H.M.S. Richards – the Voice of Prophecy speaker.

 

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

 

Refrain:           We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

 

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Immanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.

 

Refrain:           We’re marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We’re marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

Our Father in heaven, we thank Thee for another opportunity to seek Thy face. Bless this broadcast to every listener and we pray that our faith and our guidance and our counsel from Thee maybe new today. Support us we pray in this, in Jesus name

 

There is a place of quiet rest,

Near to the heart of God:

A place where sin cannot molest,

Near to the heart of God.

 

O Jesus, blest Redeemer,

Sent from the heart of God

Hold us who bow before Thee

Near to the heart of God.

 

Amen.

 

The King's Herald are welcoming to the microphone a guess quartet that is a little unusual as three of the singers are brothers. Another interesting sidelight is that the three Crane brothers who sang in the original Kings Heralds quartet are uncles of these three brothers who sing today. Two of them are employees right here in our Voice of Prophecy printing department. John, first tenor, Calvin, second tenor, and Waldo Gerfold, baritone, and together with Russell Nelson, base, now present a new arrangement of an old hymn – Rock of Ages.

 

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.

 

Could my tears forever flow,
Could my zeal no longer know,

This for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and Thou alone.

In my --- price I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.

 

When my pilgrimage I close;

Victor o’er the last of foes,

When I soar to worlds unknown,

And behold Thee on Thy throne,

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.

 

And now, just before we hear the important subject brought to us by H.M.S. Richards, the Voice of Prophecy speaker, Ms. Del Delker sings Home Sweet Home, which is also the title of today’s sermon.

 

'Mid pleasures and palaces
Though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro' the world,
Is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.

To us in despite of the absence of years
How sweet the remembrance of home still appears

From illumines abroad, which both flatter the eye

The unsatisfied heart turns and says with a sigh

 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.

Ever since that lonely man, John Howard Payne wrote those words. They have been sung by homesick people around the world. 'Mid pleasures and palaces, Though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, There's no place like home. And after all that's the way it ought to be. As Edgar Guest once said, “It takes a hippo living in a house to make it home.” Home can be anywhere. It doesn't need to be a palace. It might be a palace. It may indeed be very humble. It might be a straw, a stone building, a structure of wood, clay, anything else; but, it becomes a home when it's the center of affection. Real living, smiles and tears, sorrow, laughter; when it is the center of our love, our living, then its home.

 

Home is not a building merely all the latest and the best. Home is where we love each other. Home is where the heart’s at rest. Home is where we come at evening or from world long journeys pressed just to hear our name low spoken. Home is where the heart's at rest. Home is where we know each other, where the in most thoughts expressed and there are no inhibitions. Home is where the heart’s at rest. Home is at the long trails ending where we live with love confessed. In a palace or a cottage, home is where the heart's at rest.

 

A real home is a creation of love and loyalty and hard work. An American friend of mine was fulfilling an important place in the Christian ministry in the city of London. One evening, he went to the Royal Albert Hall to hear Jenny Lind sing. It was a wonderful evening of music and he greatly enjoyed it. At first the artist sang selections from Beethoven, Hondo and other composers. The great audience was charmed by the sweetness of her voice, then pausing suddenly; the Swedish Nightingale, as they called her, seemed to be preparing for a song of loftier flight, softly and tenderly came the melodious words of this song home - Home sweet home. The vast audience held its breath and people forgot where they were. At the close of the song everyone broke out in wildest applause as the voice of the singer was silenced, many wept. Why? Because it all been home in mind and imagination. My friend told me afterward that while Jenny Lind was singing that immortal song of hers, he forgot all about London, in fact, he was back home on the farm in Iowa. There was his mother getting supper; his father and all these brothers and sisters gathering for the evening meal. Then they seemed to be around the hearth stone bowing in family worship. Yes, he was home again. But when the voice of the sweet singer ceased, he came back with a start to the realities of life in the great city and the vision of home faded.

 

Real family life is home life. Our modern civilization especially in lands that are a technically advanced puts a terrible strain on the home. Sometimes the members of the family seldom see each other. They get up in the morning a different times, eat at different times, work in different places. Go to bed it different times. People who do not eat together, read together, sing together and pray together, soon are simply not together. And juvenile delinquency and adult delinquency become a major problem when home life disappears or is degraded. The home is built on the family and the family is built on marriage. Anything that loosens the sacredness of the marriage ties destroys the foundations of the home. A Christian college has meant much to me. A Christian high school more; but personally, I can testify that above all the influences of life, our Christian home was the greatest of all. There, father and mother Christian friends and relatives molded my character. On the wall near the table where we met three times a day for meals hung the motto “Christ is the head of this house, the unseen guest at every meal, the silent listener to every conversation.” How wonderful those words to me as a child. Jesus was the head of our house. He heard what we say and He took part in our joys and sorrows. That thought and that faith helped to make our home a little heaven to go to heaven in.

 

Every home needs a lamp, the same lamp that lightens the holy city, the New Jerusalem, of which we read, the Lamb is the light thereof. You find it in the 21st chapter of Revelation.

 

A humble home in Bethany was blessed by the presence of Jesus. There, Lazarus’ two sisters – Martha and Mary opened their home to Him. Jesus love to talk with them, to eat with them, to have fellowship with them. So today longs for fellowship in your home and mine. And we all need Him in our homes and in our business. “Behold, I stand at the door and knock,” He says, He knocks not only at the door of every human heart but at the door of every home.

 

In a real Christian home, the children have the right to hear the voice of prayer, to hear mother and father pray and to pray themselves. When Robert Burns wrote his famous poem - The Cotter's Saturday Night, in which he describes the scene of family worship in a humble cottage of Scotland, family prayers were commonplace. Read that wonderful poem again for yourself and if you can do it with dry eyes, I'll be surprised.

 

A real home should have family worship. It holds father and mother together. It holds the family together it makes every whole house of prayer. Oh mother is there a load of just luck. Just. Oh oh. And now just a moment to the Bible. When the people of Israel came into the holy land they were instructed to destroy the military fortress of Jericho. Only one family was saved. A family that lived in a house on the city wall and here are the instructions to the head of that house in the second chapter of Joshua when we come into the land. Now show bind this line of scarlet thread in the window. Which thou didst let us down by. And I shall bring my father and mother and brother in all my father's house home under the it shall be that whosoever shall go out of the doors of the house into the street his blood shall be upon his head. So all they put the scarlet thread in the window. Notice one point the folks that came home and shut the doors about them and old Jericho were safe when that thread was in the window. And so every true home is a place of safety when the scarlet thread of Christ's blood is in the window and those in charge of the home are Christians whose hope is in the sacrifice of Jesus upon the cross. When the home is protected by this thread. Their safety with the and. Gather the children Ian. Fathers and mothers grandfathers and grandmothers and protect them with a scarlet thread of faith. That's the only hope of a lost and ruined world but they're gloriously sufficient hope. Why not have that kind of home. Why not make your home like that. Where the presence of Jesus and the love for one another will make home a real home. There will be more than just a place to eat and drink to work and sleep. You'll be a place where the children will have games in good times or a father and mother would plan to be a part of all their pleasures. A place of neatness and order a school a church now be books pictures music. It will be such a delightful place that when children are scattered around the far places of the earth. They will want to found homes of their own like the one from which they came. As long as we have Christian homes the nation will survive. No statesmanship on earth can save us from lawlessness and anarchy. While the home is broken forgotten ignored dissolved. And its homes are right the nation will prosper. A well known minister went to conduct a funeral service for the daughter of a certain man. He was a successful business man thoroughly worldly on one side of the caskets at the father with his best friend. The father suddenly spoke more to himself than to anyone else you and I been living for a good time and success. We get everything we can during that week we are good poker players and Saturday night spend the weekends in the automobile and social pleasures. We put the club in the bank first but my son has disgraced me my wife has left me anon my daughter is dead. I tell you there's only one place to bring up a family and that's in a Christian home. There's only one thing to do with the children on the Sabbath not to take them to church. What with money and wine and cards and pleasure Also the weekend. And every night our family has been ruined. You may not realize what the end of these things is until the end actually comes. But I know if we have a Christian home friends let us thank God for it if we do not let us build one. If our home has been ruined a broken let us attempt to really know it. Remember this the home eternal really begins here. Heaven for us might and must begin on earth. What we make our homes here will in a measure determine what they will be there in Holy Scripture we read of an everlasting home of a country of a city of houses of a place from which we shall go out. No more. Where we shall meet and greet those whom we have loved long since and last a while. Home is the nearest thing to heaven that God could give to man on earth. It is our privilege to have a Christian home on earth in which to prepare for a home to come looking forward to that glorious home we may say Oh dear dear native country. Oh rest and peace above Christ bring us all to the homeland. Of diary deeming. The stray a bit is my goal. Good. It is a good. Oh it is mud and they. Mower. The good news is my home. Is my own home. Just as is my home

 

Have faith in God wherever you may roam

Have faith in God nice tent or palace don't

Have faith in God and there's home sweet home

Have faith, dear friend, in God.

 

We hope this transcribed program of ours has brought blessing to you and we invite you to join us again next week at the same time for another broadcast brought to you by the Voice of Prophecy. We would like to invite you each and every one to join our worldwide prayer circle how to join it. Just remember the voice of prophecy in prayer each week and the people who write to us asking an interest in our prayers every Thursday morning we meet here at headquarters to pray for our worldwide prayer from shit for you for all who listen but especially for. Those who write him. So let us pray together each week on The Voice of Prophecy world wide prayer circle.

 

And now we say, The Lord bless thee and keep thee. The Lord make His face shine upon thee and be gracious unto thee. The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee and give thee peace. Amen.

 

 

 

Happy the Home - King's Heralds

Happy the home when God is there,
and love fills every breast;
when one their wish, and one their prayer,
and one their heavenly rest.

2. Happy the home where Jesus' name
is sweet to every ear;
where children early speak his fame,
and parents hold him dear.

3. Happy the home where prayer is heard,
and praise is wont to rise;
where parents love the sacred Word
and all its wisdom prize.

4. Lord, let us in our homes agree
this blessed peace to gain;
unite our hearts in love to thee,
and love to all will reign.

I'm But a Stranger Here - King's Heralds

I’m but a stranger here,
Heav’n is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heav’n is my home.
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand;
Heav’n is my fatherland,
Heav’n is my home.

2
What though the tempest rage,
Heav’n is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heav’n is my home;
And time’s wild wintry blast
Soon shall be over past;
I shall reach home at last,
Heav’n is my home.

3
There at my Savior’s side
Heav’n is my home;
I shall be glorified,
Heav’n is my home;
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best;
And there I, too, shall rest,
Heav’n is my home.

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