by Henry Francis Lyte (1793 - 1847)
Far from my heav'nly home
Language: English
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, to thee I press]1 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.
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1 Ives: "To thee I press"
Researcher for this page: Barbara Miller
1 Ives: "To thee I press"
Authorship:
- by Henry Francis Lyte (1793 - 1847), "Far from my heav'nly home", written 1834 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "Far from my heav'nly home", from the collection Eleven Songs and Two Harmonizations, no. 4. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Barbara Miller
This text was added to the website: 2010-05-29
Line count: 26
Word count: 160