O Christian Home

O Christ­ian home

you hum­ble place

Where God’s own king­dom grows

by grace

With Christ him­self as head—

In you live bold and stead­fast men

And wives who guard their hearts from sin

As both by Christ are led.

In you a man may love his bride

Enough to be her guard and guide

And rule with ten­der heart.

And wives will glad­ly work in you

To aid the good their hus­bands do—

Delighted in their part.

For Christ­ian homes have jobs for all.

If one’s un­done

the house may fall

Though be it help or head.

And there a child will know his place:

The seed of Ab­rah’m

marked for grace

And loved

as our Lord said:

For such do fill the Land of God

Where we’ll need no firm words

no rod

To put us in our place.

There hus­bands

wives

sons

daugh­ters we

Like child­ren safe at home will be

For we are called by grace.