’Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaint,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home;
Prepare me dear Savior, for Heaven, my home.
Sweet hands that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Tho’ oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold Thee in glory at home.
I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee,
Though now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace when I’m with Thee at home.
While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission, and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
Whate’er Thou deniest, O give me Thy grace!
The Spirit’s true witness, and smiles of Thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, even now, a sweet foretaste of home.
I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;
But in Thy fair image arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise Thee, at home.