Far From My Heavenly Home,
Far From My Father’s Breast,
Fainting I Cry, Blest Spirit, Come
And Speed Me To My Rest.
Upon The Willows Long
My Harp Has Silent Hung:
How Should I Sing A Cheerful Song
Till Thou Inspire My Tongue?
My Spirit Homeward Turns
And Fain Would Thither Flee;
My Heart, O Zion, Droops And Yearns,
When I Remember Thee.
To Thee, To Thee I Press,
A Dark And Toilsome Road;
When Shall I Pass The Wilderness,
And Reach The Saint’s Abode?
God Of My Life, Be Near;
On Thee My Hopes I Cast:
O Guide Me Through The Desert Here,
And Bring Me Home At Last.