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Lost in sight of home, where loved ones
Watch the weary hours in vain,
Longing for familiar footsteps
That seem not to come again.
Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.
Lost in sight of home, where mother
Fondly gazed upon her boy,
While with upturned eyes he’d revel
In her gleeful songs of joy.
Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.
Lost in sight of home, where Father
Waits to meet His wayward child;
Longs to welcome back and pardon,
Longs to see Him reconciled.
Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.
Lost in sight of home, where brother’s
Last good-bye still lingers dear;
And that sister’s kiss at parting
Brings to mind the falling tear.
Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.
Lost to many a friend and loved one,
Watching now in Heaven’s bright dome;
Lost while Jesus waits to welcome,
Lost, and lost in sight of home.
Haste, O haste! a Savior’s calling
Through the darkened mist of sin;
See, the Gospel light still flashes,
And invites the wanderer in.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 18:11;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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KISSIMMEE
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1885
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