Christ My Song - 986
"My home, my home, my happy home!" - My Home
(Charlotte Elliott/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
"I go to prepare a place for you."
1. "My home, my home, my happy home!"
Yes! there is music in the words –
and the sweet sound, while here I roam,
thrills my rapt spirit's deepest chords: –
thither, full oft, I lift my eye, –
my happy home, for thee I sigh!
2. "My home, my home, my happy home!"
Can I the phrase to oft repeat?
'Midst scenes which sin has tinged with gloom,
traversed in pain, with weary feet!
Oh no, to heaven I lift my eye,
"My home, my happy home!" I cry.
3. "My home, my home, my happy home!"
How many loved ones, there at rest,
wait for the blissful hour to come,
when the desires which fill my breast,
all, all shall consummated be,
my home, my happy home, in thee!
4. "My home, my home, my happy home!"
Dwells he not there whom most I love?
My country lies beyond the tomb;
my heart is given to one above:
oh death, I even long, through thee,
my home, my happy home to see.
Charlotte Elliott, Selections from the Poems of Charlotte Elliott, 122-123.