THE PILGRIM’S HOME.
From Heb. xi, 13.
Tune—“Sweet Home.”
Tune—“Sweet Home.”
An earthly sojourner I long long have been,
Still happiness pursuing, but vain vain I ween;
A pilgrim indeed, with much travel o’ercome,
My soul longs for rest in its own native home.
Home, home, long sought home!
Oh! when shall my soul find its own happy home?
Still happiness pursuing, but vain vain I ween;
A pilgrim indeed, with much travel o’ercome,
My soul longs for rest in its own native home.
Home, home, long sought home!
Oh! when shall my soul find its own happy home?
Though time’s gay delights would entice me the while,
To taste their enjoyments, my cares to beguile;
But fleeting those joys, and soon tasteless become,
Declaring my soul here can ne’er find its home.
Home, home, long sought home!
Can earth stand compared with a heavenly home?
To taste their enjoyments, my cares to beguile;
But fleeting those joys, and soon tasteless become,
Declaring my soul here can ne’er find its home.
Home, home, long sought home!
Can earth stand compared with a heavenly home?
Then, farewell this world!—’tis a nursery of care;
In thee there’s no rest, I must seek it elsewhere;
Retracing my journey, I forthwith must roam;
The heavenly Canaan I’ll choose for my home.
Home, home, long lost home!
My joys shall abound in that bright happy home!
In thee there’s no rest, I must seek it elsewhere;
Retracing my journey, I forthwith must roam;
The heavenly Canaan I’ll choose for my home.
Home, home, long lost home!
My joys shall abound in that bright happy home!
My Father will gladly receive me with love,
To hail my return will my brothers behove;
To think of such meetings, it makes me become
Impatient to join those enjoyments of home.
Home, home, long sought home!
How ardently daily I long for my home!
To hail my return will my brothers behove;
To think of such meetings, it makes me become
Impatient to join those enjoyments of home.
Home, home, long sought home!
How ardently daily I long for my home!
The trials I meet oft may grieve me to pain,
But these I’ll endure, for they’ll soon prove my gain;
If foretaste results would my feelings o’ercome,
How happy, when safe in the bosom of home.
Home, home, sweet sweet home!
How happy, when safe in the bosom of home!
But these I’ll endure, for they’ll soon prove my gain;
If foretaste results would my feelings o’ercome,
How happy, when safe in the bosom of home.
Home, home, sweet sweet home!
How happy, when safe in the bosom of home!
