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6s & 4s.
I’m going home.
I am a stranger here;
No home, no rest I see;
Not all earth counts most dear
Can win a sigh from me.
I’m going home.
2 Jesus, thy home is mine,
And I thy Father’s child;
With hopes and joys divine,
The world’s a dreary wild.
I’m going home.
3 Home! O! how soft and sweet,
It thrills upon the heart!
Home! where the brethren meet,
And never, never part.
I’m going home.
4 Home! where the Bridegroom takes
The purchase of his love:
Home! where the Father waits
To welcome saints above.
I’m going home.
5 Yes! 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.
6 When earth’s delusive charms
Would snare my pilgrim feet,
I fly to Jesus’ arms,
And yet again repeat,
I’m going home.
7 When breaks each mortal tie
That holds me from the goal,
This, this can satisfy
The cravings of my soul—
I’m going home.
8 Ah! gently, gently lead,
Along the painful way,
Bid every word and deed,
And every look to say,
I’m going home.