Homes are God’s pur­est shrines
Where His love strong­est speak­eth;
In these loved walls we’ve felt all the days,
That which the heart e’er seek­eth.

Words that were wise and pure
Down thro’ the years re­sound­ed;
Sent us all forth with pur­pos­es strong
Because in Him we’re ground­ed.

Our paths of ser­vice course
Thro’ many fields and na­tions;
But all the roads lead on t’ward His home,
Blest of all ha­bi­ta­tions.

The calls to du­ty come,
Bringing their joy and sor­row;
And when they come we love to ob­ey,
Trusting in God’s to­mor­row.

Here we shall meet no more
In this home filled with mem’ries;
’Tis God’s good will, for each of us best;
He will re­veal more glo­ries.