midnight
`` Though I 've no home to call my own , My heart shall not repine ; The saint may live on earth unknown , And yet in glory shine . `` When my Redeemer dwelt below , He chose a lowly lot ; He came unto his own , but lo ! His own received him not . `` Oft was the mountain his abode , The cold , cold earth his bed ; The midnight moon shone softly down On his unsheltered head . `` But MY head WAS SHELTERED , and I tried to feel thankful . '' *** Two or three letters were received after this by her friends in W ----- , and then all was silent . No one of us knew whether she still lived or had gone to her home on high .