
1 Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,
Fainting I cry, Blest Spirit, come,
And speed me to my rest.
2 My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Sion, droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.
3 To thee, to thee I press,
A dark and toilsome road:
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints' abode?
4 God of my life, be near;
On Thee my hopes I cast:
O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871
First Line: | Far from my heavenly home |
Author: | Henry Francis Lyte (1834) |
Meter: | 6.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Far from my [our] heavenly home. H. F. Lyte. [Psalms cxxxvii.] This S. M. version of Psalms 137 is the most complete example of the author's method in paraphrasing the Psalms that we have: and furnishes us with a beautiful illustration of his tenderness and melody. It appeared in his Spirit of the Psalms, 1834, in 5 stanzas of 4 lines. Its use exceeds that of any other of his Psalm versions, and is extensive both in Great Britain and America. Sometimes it is changed to "Far from our heavenly home;" and in other cases, as in Hymns Ancient & Modern, stanza ii., which reads :—
”Upon the willows long
My harp has silent hung;
How should I sing a cheerful song
Till Thou inspire my tongue?"
is omitted. Full original text in Hymnal CompanionNo. 135.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)