Mid scenes of confusion, and creature-complaints,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
To feel in communion a foretaste of home.
Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice-blessèd Saviour whose love cannot cease!
Though oft amid trials and dangers we roam,
With Thine we're united, and hasting towards home.
While here, in the valley of conflict, we stay,
Oh give us submission and strength as the day:
Soon, free from afflictions, to Thee we shall come,
And find with our Saviour a heavenly home.
Whate'er Thou deniest, oh give us Thy grace,
Thy Spirit's blest witness, the smiles of Thy face;
And grant us still patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, never-ceasing, the foretaste of home.
We wait, blessèd Lord, in Thy beauties to shine,
To see Thee in glory—the glory divine;
With all Thy redeemed, from the earth, from the tomb,
To be to Thy praise, blessèd Saviour at home.