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S. M.
Far from my heavenly home.
Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father’s breast,
Fainting, I cry, Blest Saviour! come,
And speed me to my rest.
2 My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee;
My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.
3 To thee, to thee, I press,
A dark and toilsome road;
When shall I pass the wilderness
And reach the saints’ abode.
4 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!
Hymns, anc. & mod.