'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
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.
Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
And, thrice precious, Jesus, whose love cannot cease,
Though 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 my thy grace!
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Endue 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,
And in thy fair image, arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise thee at home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.
(For last verse substitute:
Receive me, dear Savior, in glory, my home.)