Jesus, I long for Thee,
Friendless I roam,
Earth has no joy for me,
Heaven is my home;
When shall my soul arise,
Joyful with glad surprise,
Up to its native skies?
Heaven is my home.

Grant me a light divine,
While here I roam,
O’er my dark path to shine,
Heaven is my home;
O, my sad heart, be still,
Patient in every ill,
Thine be a Father’s will;
Heaven is my home.

There shall I see His face,
No more to roam,
Clasped in His dear embrace,
Heaven is my home;
Soon shall my spirit rise,
Joyful with glad surprise,
Up to its native skies,
Heaven is my home.