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Long Sought Home


Wilham Bobo



Jerusalem, my happy home,

Oh how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end?

Thy joys when shall I see?


Thy walls are all of precious stone,

Most glorious to behold!

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,

Thy streets are paved with gold.


Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens,

My study long have been;

Such sparkling light, by human sight,

Has never yet been seen.


If heaven be thus glorious, Lord,

Why should I stay from thence:

What folly 'tis that I should dread

To die and go from hence!


Reach down, reach down, thine arm of grace,

And cause me to ascend

Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths never end.


Jesus, my Lord, to glory's gone;

Him will I go and see;

And all my brethren, here below,

Will soon come after me.


My friends, I bid you all adieu!

I leave you in God's care;

And if I never more see you,

Go on,—I'll meet you there.


There we shall meet and no more part,

And heaven shall ring with praise;

While Jesus' love, in every heart,

Shall tune the song free grace.


And if our fellowship below

In Jesus be so sweet,

What heights of rapture shall we know

When round the throne we meet!


Millions of years around may run—

Our songs shall still go on,

To praise the Father and the Son,

And Spirit, Three in One.

Home, sweet home, my long sought home,

My home in heaven above.

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