Homes Are God’s Purest Shrines

Homes are God’s pur­est shrines

Where His love strong­est speak­eth;

In these loved walls we’ve felt all the days

That which the heart e’er seek­eth.

Words that were wise and pure

Down thro’ the years re­sound­ed;

Sent us all forth with pur­pos­es strong

Because in Him we’re ground­ed.

Our paths of serv­ice course

Thro’ many fields and na­tions;

But all the roads lead on t’ward His home

Blest of all ha­bi­ta­tions.

The calls to du­ty come

Bringing their joy and sor­row;

And when they come we love to ob­ey

Trusting in God’s to­mor­row.

Here we shall meet no more

In this home filled with mem’ries;

’Tis God’s good will

for each of us best;

He will re­veal more glo­ries.