Henry Francis Lyte (Генри Фрэнсис Лит)

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Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father’s breast,
Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come
And speed me to my rest.

My spirit homeward turns
And fain would thither flee;
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.

To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road;
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saint’s abode?

God of my life, be near;
On Thee my hopes I cast:
O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.

1. Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
2. God of Mercy, God of Grace
3. When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
4. A Lost Love
5. Declining Days

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