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Whate’er my afflictions
or trials may be,
I want to live faithful,
my Savior, to Thee,
To walk as a Christian,
my temper subdued,
And feel, through Thy mercy,
in spirit renewed.
Home, home, home,
sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home.
Though dark is my path
in this valley of sin,
O give me the light
of Thy comfort within,
To shield me from danger
wherever I roam,
And guide me at last
to Thy people at home.
Home, home, home,
sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home.
I want to be humble,
resigned to Thy will,
In sunshine or tempest
to follow Thee still,
Yet, lured by the tempter,
how often I roam,
Forgetful, alas!
of my God and my home.
Home, home, home,
sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home.
No parent so tender,
so friend is so dear,
No voice like my Savior’s
can banish my fear;
By faith in Thy promise
to Thee I will come,
O, give me a place
with Thy people at home.
Home, home, home,
sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home.
When shall I rise
from this desert of gloom,
Beyond the deep shadows
that darken the tomb,
In Eden, dear Eden,
transported to roam,
And sing hallelujahs
with angels at home?
Home, home, home,
sweet, sweet home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home,
I know there is rest
with Thy people at home.
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Dates:
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1868
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 4:9;
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MUSIC
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REST AT HOME
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Dates:
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1868
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