O Blessèd Home, That Cheerfully Receiveth

O bless­èd home

that cheer­ful­ly re­ceiv­eth

Thy vis­its

Je­sus Christ

the soul’s true friend

That

far be­yond all oth­er guests

be­liev­eth

It must to Thee its warm­est cheer ex­tend;

Where ev­ery heart to Thee is fond­ly turn­ing

Where ev­ery eye for Thee with plea­sure speaks

Where all to know Thy will are tru­ly yearn­ing

And ev­ery­one to do it prompt­ly seeks.

O bless­èd home

where man and wife

un­it­ed

In Thy true love

have both one heart and mind

Where both to Thy sal­va­tion are in­vit­ed

And in Thy doc­trine both con­tent­ment find;

Where both

to Thee

in truth

for­ev­er cleav­ing

In joy

in grief

make Thee their on­ly stay

And fond­ly hope in Thee to be be­liev­ing

Both in the good and in the ev­il day.

O bless­èd home

where lit­tle child­ren ten­der

Are laid up­on Thy heart with hands of pray­er

Thou Friend of child­ren

who wilt free­ly ren­der

To them more than a mo­ther’s lov­ing care

Where round Thy feet they ga­ther

to Thee cling­ing

And hear Thy lov­ing voice most will­ing­ly

And in their songs

Thy hear­ty prais­es ring­ing

Rejoice in Thee

O bless­èd Lord

in Thee.

O bless­èd home

where faith­ful serv­ants

know­ing

That all their works are done with­in Thy sight

In all their work with ho­ly zeal are glow­ing

To do alone what Thou es­teem­eth right;

As Thy true serv­ants

in whom Thou de­light­est

In meek­ness will­ing

by that love con­strained

Which shows

in it all its works

the least

the bright­est

How in small things great faith may be main­tained.

O bless­èd home

the joys of which Thou share­st

And nev­er art for­got in scenes of joy;

O bless­èd home

for whose sad wounds Thou car­est

Where all the sick Thy heal­ing pow­er em­ploy;

Until at last the day’s work ful­ly end­ed

All fi­nal­ly in joy­ful rap­ture fly

To that blest house to which Thou hast as­cend­ed

Unto the bless­èd Fa­ther’s home on high.