1 A home in heaven! what a joyful thought As the poor man toils in his weary lot; His heart opprest, and with anguish driven From his home on earth to his home in heaven!

2 A home in heaven! As the sufferer lies On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes bright world, what a joy is given By the blessed thought of a home in heaven!

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1 Ah! whither should I go, Burdened, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint?

2 My Saviour bids me come, Ah! why do I delay?

He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay!

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3 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part, Which will not let my Saviour take Possession of my heart?

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3 A home in heaven! When the faint heart bleeds

By the Spirit's stroke for its evil deeds, O then what bliss in the heart forgiven Does the hope inspire of a home in heaven!

4 A home in heaven! O that glorious home! The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.[ given, Then with heart renewed and with sins for. Let us journey on to our home in heaven.

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4 Some cursèd thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol, which I will not own, Some secret bosom- sin.

5 Jesu, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee:

6 Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away.

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