How Blest a Home!

How blest a home! The Fa­ther’s house!

There love di­vine doth rest;

What else could sa­tis­fy the hearts

Of those in Je­sus blest?

His home made ours—His Fa­ther’s love

Our heart’s full por­tion giv­en

The por­tion of the first­born Son

The full de­light of Heav’n.

Oh

what a home! The Son who knows

He on­ly—all His love;

And brings us as His well be­lov­èd

To that bright rest ab­ove

Dwells in His bo­som—know­eth all

That in that bo­som lies

And came to earth to make it known

That we might share His joys.

Oh

what a home! There full­est love

Flows through its courts of light;

The Son’s di­vine af­fect­ions flow

Throughout its depth and height.

And full re­sponse the Fa­ther gives

To fill with joy the heart—

No cloud is there to dim the scene

Or sha­dow to im­part.

Oh

what a home! But such His love

That He must bring us there

To fill that home

to be with Him

And all His glo­ry share.

The Fa­ther’s house

the Fa­ther’s heart

All that the Son is giv­en

Made ours—the ob­jects of His love

And He

our joy in Heav’n.