Whate’er my afflictions or trials may be
I want to live faithful, my Savior, to Thee
To walk as a Christian, my temper subdued
And feel, through Thy mercy, in spirit renewed
Home, home, home, sweet, sweet home
I know there is rest with Thy people at home
I know there is rest with Thy people at home
Though dark is my path in this valley of sin
O give me the light of Thy comfort within
To shield me from danger wherever I roam
And guide me at last to Thy people at home
I want to be humble, resigned to Thy will
In sunshine or tempest to follow Thee still
Yet, lured by the tempter, how often I roam
Forgetful, alas! of my God and my home
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No parent so tender, no friend is so dear
No voice like my Savior’s can banish my fear
By faith in Thy promise to Thee I will come
O, give me a place with Thy people at home
When shall I rise from this desert of gloom
Beyond the deep shadows that darken the tomb
In Eden, dear Eden, transported to roam
And sing hallelujahs with angels at home
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