Thy Home Is with the Humble, Lord

Thy home is with the hum­ble

Lord!

The sim­ple are Thy rest;

Thy lodg­ing is in child­like hearts;

Thou mak­est there Thy nest.

Dear Com­fort­er

eter­nal love

If Thou wilt stay with me

Of low­ly thoughts and sim­ple ways

I’ll build a nest for Thee.

Who made this beat­ing heart of mine

But Thou

my heav­en­ly guest?

Let no one have it then but Thee

And let it be Thy nest.