Whate’er my afflictions or trials may be I want to live faithful, my Savior, 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
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No parent so tender, no friend is so dear No voice like my Savior’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
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