Far from my heav'nly home

C. Ives

Far from my heav'nly home,

Far from my Father's breast,

Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come,

Blest Spirit, come, blest Spirit, come

And guide me to my rest,

And guide me to my rest.

My spirit homeward turns,

And fain would thither flee;

My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns

When I remember thee.

My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,

When I remember thee,

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, when shall I pass the wilderness, the wilderness

And reach the saints' abode, 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!

O guide me through the desert here

And brin me home at last!

O guide me thro' the desert here

And bring me home at last.