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Far from my heav’nly home
Far from my heav’nly home,
Far from my father’s breast,
Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit come,
And speed me to my rest.
Upon the willows long
My harp has silent hung:
How should I sing a cheerful song,
Till Thou inspire my tongue?
My spirit homeward urns,
And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.
To Thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road:
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints’ abode?
God of my life be near:
On The my hopes I cast:
Oh guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.
