For pilgrims and strangers
Who wearily roam,
‘Mid sorrows and dangers,
There’s no place like home,
Where rest waits-the bosom
Of Godhead above-
And yields, in full blossom,
The fragrance of love!

For sons whom a Father
Soon hence, from the gloom,
About Him shall gather,
There’s no place like home,
Where sunshine forever
So beams from God’s face,
His children lack never
The smile of His grace!

For hearts that discover,
Arisen from the tomb,
Their Lord and their Lover,
There’s no place like home,
Where love’s tender story
Shall reach its flood tide,
When Jesus in glory
Receiveth His bride!

Before us Thou goest,
Blest Saviour-but come!
Thou knowest, Thou knowest
There’s no place like home!
Our spirits require Thee,
Here panting in pain-
Our hearts, Lord, desire Thee
As deserts the rain!