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 saint's abode?


 * 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.