Lord! when through sin I wan­der
So ve­ry far from Thee,
I think in some far coun­try
Thy sin­less home must be;
But when with ear­nest sor­row
I pray Thee to for­give,
Thy par­don is so per­fect,
That in Thy Heav’n I live.

That Heav’n, Lord, so sur­rounds me
That when I do the right,
The sad­dest path of du­ty
Is light­ened by its light;
I know not what its glo­ries
Before Thy throne must be,
But here Thy smil­ing pre­sence
Is heav’n on earth to me.

To love the right and do it,
Is to my heart so sweet,
It makes the path of du­ty
A shin­ing, gold­en street
Within Thy heav’n­ly king­dom:
Lord, let me ne­ver stray,
Then Heav’n, with­in, about me,
Shall com­pass all my way.