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408. Far from my heavenly home



John B. Wilkes, 1861

Henry F. Lyte, 1834

Far from my heavenly home,

Far from my Father's breast,

Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come,

And speed me to my rest.

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee;

My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns,

When I remember thee.

To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road;

When shall I pass the wilderness,

And reach the saints' abode?

God of my life, be near:

On thee my hopes I cast:

O guide me through the desert here,

And bring me home at last!


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