Vol 01 - I'm Going Home

I’m Going Home I am a stranger here, No home, no rest, I see; Not all earth counts most dear Should wring a sigh from me:

I’m going home!Jesus, thy home is mine! And I, thy Father’s child, With hopes and joys divine; This world’s a weary wild:

I’m going home!Home! oh, how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart;

Home! where the children meet, And never, never part:

I’m going home!Home! where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of His love:

Home! where the Father waits To welcome her above:

I’m going home!And when the world looks cold, Which did my Lord revile, (A lamb within the fold,) I can look up and smile:

I’m going home!When its delusive charms Would snare my pilgrim feet, I’ll fly to Jesus’ arms, And yet again repeat, I’m going home!And as the desert wide, The wilderness I see, Lord Jesus, I confide My trembling heart to thee:

I’m going home!While severing every tie That holds me from the goal, This, this can satisfy The craving of the soul:

I’m going home!Ah, gently, gently lead Along the painful way;

Bid every word and deed, And every look to say, I’m going home!