Far from my heavenly home,

1.

Far from my heavenly home,

Far from my Father’s breast,

Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit, come,

And speed me to my rest.

2.

Upon the willows long

My harp has silent hung

How should I sing a cheerful song

Till Thou inspire my tongue?

3.

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee:

My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,

When I remember thee.

4.

To thee, to thee I press,

A dark and toilsome road:

When shall I pass the wilderness,

And reach the saints’ abode?

5.

God of my life, be near;

On Thee my hopes I cast:

O guide me through the desert here,

And bring me home at last.