1 “Home! Light! Home!” The light of a cloudless day;
It breaks o’er the city whose Builder is God, and never shall fade away;
Nor sun, nor moon, nor stars, o’er the mansion of rest may reign,
For the Lamb is the Light of that golden land—the Light is the Lamb once slain.
2 “Home! Light! Home!” with the Friend that can never change,
‘Midst the boundless stores of a Saviour’s love unfettered and free to range:
They wait for Him there on high, who watched for Him here before;
And the song of praise on their joyful lips shall falter in death no more.
3 “Home! Light! Home!” A home ‘mid the ransomed band;
Drinking of fountains that never fail, led by a Saviour’s hand:
Never to hunger or thirst, never to faint or fear;
Only to live in the light of His smile who guided their footsteps here.
4 “Home! Light! Home!” Do you look to a Father’s home?
Do you point to the light that has gladdened your path, and cry to the wanderer “Come”?
Do you dwell on a Saviour’s truth? Do you yearn o’er the blind man’s night?
Go, seek ye the souls that are sinking in death, and tell them of Home and Light!
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #574