Lost in Sight of Home

Lost in sight of home

where loved ones

Watch the wea­ry hours in vain

Longing for fa­mil­iar foot­steps

That seem not to come again.

Haste

O haste! a Sav­ior’s call­ing

Through the dark­ened mist of sin;

See

the Gos­pel light still flash­es

And in­vites the wan­der­er in.

Lost in sight of home

where mo­ther

Fondly gazed up­on her boy

While with up­turned eyes he’d re­vel

In her glee­ful songs of joy.

Lost in sight of home

where Fa­ther

Waits to meet His way­ward child;

Longs to wel­come back and par­don

Longs to see Him re­con­ciled.

Lost in sight of home

where bro­ther’s

Last good-bye still lin­gers dear;

And that sis­ter’s kiss at part­ing

Brings to mind the fall­ing tear.

Lost to ma­ny a friend and loved one

Watching now in Heav­en’s bright dome;

Lost while Je­sus waits to wel­come

Lost

and lost in sight of home.