510 11s. Home. Phil. 3:20.
’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.
511 S. H. M. Ephesians 4:5.
One baptism and one faith, One Lord below, above, The fellowship of Zion hath One only watchword—Love. From different temples though it rise, One song ascendeth to the skies.
2 Our sacrifice is One; One priest before the throne— The crucified, the risen Son, Redeemer, Lord alone! And sighs from contrite hearts that spring, Our chief, our choicest offering.
3 O why should they who love One gospel to unfold, Who look for one bright home above, On earth be strange and cold? Why, subjects of the Prince of Peace, In strife abide, and bitterness?
4 O may that holy prayer— His tenderest and his last, The utterance of his latest care Ere to the cross he passed— No longer unfulfilled remain, The World’s offense, thy people’s stain!