Whatever My Afflictions Or Trials May Be,
I Want To Live Faithful, My Saviour, To Thee,
To Walk As A Christian, My Temper Subdued,
And Feel, Through Thy Mercy, In Spirit Renewed.
Home, Home, Home, Sweet, Sweet Home,
I Know There Is Rest With Thy People At Home,
I Know There Is Rest With Thy People At Home.
Though Dark Is My Path In This Valley Of Sin,
O Give Me The Light Of Thy Comfort Within,
To Shield Me From Danger Wherever I Roam,
And Guide Me At Last To Thy People At Home.
I Want To Be Humble, Resigned To Thy Will,
In Sunshine Or Tempest To Follow Thee Still,
Yet, Lured By The Tempter, How Often I Roam,
Forgetful, Alas! Of My God And My Home.
No Parent So Tender, So Friend Is So Dear,
No Voice Like My Saviour’s Can Banish My Fear;
By Faith In Thy Promise To Thee I Will Come,
O, Give Me A Place With Thy People At Home.
When Shall I Rise From This Desert Of Gloom,
Beyond The Deep Shadows That Darken The Tomb,
In Eden, Dear Eden, Transported To Roam,
And Sing Hallelujahs With Angels At Home?