Abode of peace, my Fa­ther’s home for­ev­er!
My wea­ry soul in faith doth yearn for thee.
I home­ward look to Thee, my Lord and Sav­ior,
To Thine abode of peace, eter­nal­ly.
There is on earth no peace­ful rest;
Our faith is weak, our souls op­pressed,
Our vi­sion dim and fail­ing,
Our vi­sion dim and fail­ing.

The Lord be praised that time so swift­ly fli­eth;
God’s pro­mise is ful­filled for­ev­er­more.
Who on God’s Word and pro­mis­es re­li­eth
Shall find at last the choic­est wine in store.
Forgotten then is all dis­tress,
Eternal peace and hap­pi­ness
Shall then be ours for­ev­er,
Shall then be ours for­ev­er.

Then, keep my heart for­ev­er, O my Sav­ior,
And let me ne­ver, Lord, from Thee de­part.
In joy, in pain, in sor­row, now and ev­er,
Thou on­ly giv­est sol­ace to my heart.
For when, O Lord, I am with Thee,
All other com­forts well may flee;
With Thee I’m blest for­ev­er,
With Thee I’m blest for­ev­er.