The Pilgrim’s Home

Jesus

I long for Thee

Friendless I roam

Earth has no joy for me

Heaven is my home;

When shall my soul arise

Joyful with glad sur­prise

Up to its na­tive skies?

Heaven is my home.

Grant me a light di­vine

While here I roam

O’er my dark path to shine

Heaven is my home;

O

my sad heart

be still

Patient in ev­ery ill

Thine be a Fa­ther’s will;

Heaven is my home.

There shall I see His face

No more to roam

Clasped in His dear em­brace

Heaven is my home;

Soon shall my spir­it rise

Joyful with glad sur­prise

Up to its na­tive skies

Heaven is my home.