Far from my heavenly home, <br />Far from my Father’s breast, <br />Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come <br />And speed me to my rest. <br /> <br />My spirit homeward turns <br />And fain would thither flee; <br />My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, <br />When I remember thee. <br /> <br />To thee, to thee I press, <br />A dark and toilsome road; <br />When shall I pass the wilderness, <br />And reach the saint’s abode? <br /> <br />God of my life, be near; <br />On Thee my hopes I cast: <br />O guide me through the desert here, <br />And bring me home at last.<br /><br />Henry Francis Lyte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-from-my-heavenly-home/
