Far From My Heavenly Home

Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit come, And speed me to my rest, 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 Saints abode? God of my life, be near On Thee my hope I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last.

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