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Poem by Henry Francis Lyte


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Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Fathers 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 saints 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.



Henry Francis Lyte


Henry Francis Lyte's other poems:
  1. When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
  2. God of Mercy, God of Grace
  3. Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
  4. Declining Days
  5. Abide with Me!


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