Far from My Heavenly Home

Far from my heav’n­ly home

Far from my Fa­ther’s breast

Fainting I cry

Blest Spir­it

come

And speed me to my rest.

Upon the wil­lows long

My harp has si­lent hung;

How should I sing a cheer­ful song

Till Thou in­spire my tongue?

My spir­it home­ward turns

And fain would thi­ther flee;

My heart

O Zi­on

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 saint’s 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!