Rest at Home

Whate’er my af­flict­ions or tri­als may be

I want to live faith­ful

my Sav­ior

to Thee

To walk as a Christ­ian

my tem­per sub­dued

And feel

through Thy mer­cy

in spir­it re­newed.

Home

home

home

sweet

sweet home

I know there is rest with Thy peo­ple at home

I know there is rest with Thy peo­ple at home.

Though dark is my path in this val­ley of sin

O give me the light of Thy com­fort with­in

To shield me from dan­ger wher­ev­er I roam

And guide me at last to Thy peo­ple at home.

I want to be hum­ble

re­signed to Thy will

In sun­shine or tem­pest to fol­low Thee still

Yet

lured by the tempt­er

how oft­en I roam

Forgetful

alas! of my God and my home.

No par­ent so ten­der

so friend is so dear

No voice like my Sav­ior’s can ban­ish my fear;

By faith in Thy pro­mise to Thee I will come

O

give me a place with Thy peo­ple at home.

When shall I rise from this de­sert of gloom

Beyond the deep sha­dows that dark­en the tomb

In Ed­en

dear Ed­en

trans­port­ed to roam

And sing hal­le­lu­jahs with an­gels at home?