A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#299

299. 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 ransom'd nations come,
And see the Savior 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 even 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: 1845
• Topic: The Christian: His Various Relations

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