Charles Ives — Far from my heavnly home

Far from my heav'nly home Far from my Father's breast Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come Blest Spirit, come, blest Spirit, come And guide me to my rest And guide me to my rest My spirit homeward turns And fain would thither flee; My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns When I remember thee My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns When I remember thee My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns When I remember thee To thee I press A dark and toilsome road When shall I pass, when shall I pass the wilderness, the wilderness And reach the saints' abode, and reach the saints' abode? 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! O guide me through the desert here And brin me home at last! O guide me thro' the desert here And bring me home at last