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117. Longing for our Heavenly Home

1 O Zion! when I think of Thee,
I wish for pinions like a dove,
And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love.

2 An exile here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh;
Thither the ransomed nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye.

3 While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends,
Are like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends.

4 But yet we shall behold the day
When Zion's children shall return;
Our sorrows then shall flee away,
And we shall never, never mourn.

5 The hope that such a day will come
Makes e'en the exile's portion sweet;
Though now we wander far from home,
In Zion soon we all shall meet.

Text Information
First Line: O Zion! when I think of Thee
Title: Longing for our Heavenly Home
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1867
Topic: The Church: Nature and Blessedness
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