S.M. [1553]Lyte: John B. Wilkes, 1861 Henry F. Lyte, 1834 Far from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come, And speed me to my rest. My spirit homeward turns, And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Sion, 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 thee my hopes I cast: O guide me through the desert here, And bring me home at last! Amen. |