That Will be Heaven for Me
Words by P. P. Bliss Music by James McGranahan
“I know not the hour when my Lord will come
To take me away to His own dear home.”
A wealthy Quaker lady heard this hymn in Newcastle-on-Tyne, sung in connection with Mr. Moody's lecture upon ”Heaven. ”She was so much impressed by it that she went home and induced her husband to attend the meetings. She soon became one of the most successful workers in our subsequent meetings there and in London, taking lodgings near so as to more efficiently work in the inquiry-meetings.
At the time Mr. Bliss and his wife were lost in the railroad accident at Ashtabula I was living in a hotel in Chicago. I had engaged a room near mine for him, and was awaiting his arrival, when a friend came into my room and, putting his hand on my shoulder, said, ”Bliss is dead.” The next Sunday we held a great memorial service in the Tabernacle, to give expression to our sorrow. While I was singing ”That will be Heaven for Me ”as a solo, the two small crowns of flowers which had been placed in front of the organ on the platform were taken away, as it was discovered that their two little children, Paul and George, who were supposed to have been lost with their parents, had been left at home at Towanda, Pennsylvania, and were safe.