Far from my heavenly home, br Far from my Father’s breast, br Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come br And speed me to my rest. br br My spirit homeward turns br And fain would thither flee; br My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns, br When I remember thee. br br To thee, to thee I press, br A dark and toilsome road; br When shall I pass the wilderness, br And reach the saint’s abode? br br God of my life, be near; br On Thee my hopes I cast: br O guide me through the desert here, br And bring me home at last.