Since I be­gan to serve the Lord,
And to love His bless­èd Word,
A child of Heav’n I’ve tried to be,
This world has been no friend to me.

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Although a pil­grim here be­low,
Where dan­gers are and sor­rows grow,
I have a home in Heav’n above,
I’m go­ing there, I’m go­ing there.

And oft­en when I would do good,
And keep the pro­mise as I should,
I miss the way, and com­ing short,
It makes me mourn and grieves my heart.

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Sometimes at best I hard­ly know
Just what to do or where to go,
And when I sing or try to pray,
My Sav­ior seems so far away.

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And then I wait, it is not long
Before He comes in pray­er and song,
And when He speaks, O bless­èd voice,
It al­ways makes my heart re­joice.

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When tri­als press up­on my soul,
And pierce my heart with grief un­told,
I look away to man­sions fair,
And oft­en wish that I was there.

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My friends and kin­dred who have gone,
Are now among that heav’n­ly throng;
Far, far above this world of tears,
Its chang­ing scenes and roll­ing years.

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