Jesus, I long for Thee,
Friendless I roam,
Earth has no joy for me,
Heaven is my home;
When shall my soul arise,
Joyful with glad sur­prise,
Up to its na­tive skies?
Heaven is my home.

Grant me a light di­vine,
While here I roam,
O’er my dark path to shine,
Heaven is my home;
O, my sad heart, be still,
Patient in ev­ery ill,
Thine be a Fa­ther’s will;
Heaven is my home.

There shall I see His face,
No more to roam,
Clasped in His dear em­brace,
Heaven is my home;
Soon shall my spir­it rise,
Joyful with glad sur­prise,
Up to its na­tive skies,
Heaven is my home.