Thy home is with the hum­ble, Lord!
The sim­ple are Thy rest;
Thy lodg­ing is in child­like hearts;
Thou mak­est there Thy nest.

Dear Com­fort­er, eter­nal love,
If Thou wilt stay with me,
Of low­ly thoughts and sim­ple ways
I’ll build a nest for Thee.

Who made this beat­ing heart of mine
But Thou, my hea­ven­ly guest?
Let no one have it then but Thee,
And let it be Thy nest.