’Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,

How sweet to my soul is communion with saints;

To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,

And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace;

And thrice blesséd Jesus, whose love can not cease;

Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,

I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 While here in the valley of conflict I stray,

O give me submission and strength as my day;

In all my afflictions to thee would I come,

Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

4 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauty to shine;

No more as an exile in sorrow to pine;

And in thy dear image arise from the tomb,

With glorified millions to praise thee at home.