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Hymn
Home
I sought my home;—an earthly guide
First led me to a house of wood;
And there he told me to abide,
Content with shelter, rest, and food.
First led me to a house of wood;
And there he told me to abide,
Content with shelter, rest, and food.
But He who teaches all the way,
Oft from my dwelling turned my feet;
And when my heart would backward stray,
Did my fond purpose still defeat.
Oft from my dwelling turned my feet;
And when my heart would backward stray,
Did my fond purpose still defeat.
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Long time I wandered;—still the voice
Forbade me, where I wished, to go;
Till I would yield to it my choice,
And only of its leading know.
Forbade me, where I wished, to go;
Till I would yield to it my choice,
And only of its leading know.
Then I no longer sought my home,
For where I was, 'twas there to me;
Nor could I ever wish to roam,
My bonds were broke, and I was free.
For where I was, 'twas there to me;
Nor could I ever wish to roam,
My bonds were broke, and I was free.
Hast thou not found thy dwelling yet,
Then leave the guide, whose eyes are blind;
And thou shalt earth's frail house forget,
And God's own habitation find.
Then leave the guide, whose eyes are blind;
And thou shalt earth's frail house forget,
And God's own habitation find.
Poem No. 271; late 1839
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