Saints' Sweet Home

1MID 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.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

2Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease.
Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold thee, in glory at home.

3I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;
Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.

4While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
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.

5The days of my exile are passing away;
The time is approaching when Jesus will say,
"Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,
And dwell in my presence, for ever at home."

6Affliction and sorrow and death shall be o'er;
The saints shall unite to be parted no more;
'Their loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
'They dwell with the Saviour, for ever at home.