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
O
my sad heart
be still
Patient in every ill
Thine be a Father’s will;
There shall I see His face
No more to roam
Clasped in His dear embrace
Soon shall my spirit rise
Up to its native skies
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