John_14-3: And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also
Far From My Heavenly Home
Far From My Father’s Breast,
Fainting I Cry, Blest Spirit, Come,
And Speed Me To My Rest.
Upon The Willows Long
My Harp Has Silent Hung:
How Should I Sing A Cheerful Song,
Till Thou Inspire My Tongue?
My Spirit Homeward Turns,
And Fain Would Thither Flee:
My Heart, O Zion, Droops And Yearns,
When I Remember Thee.
To Thee, To Thee I Press,
A Dark And Toilsome Road:
When Shall I Pass The Wilderness,
And Reach The Saints Abode?
God Of My Life Be Near:
On Thee My Hopes I Cast;
Oh Guide Me Through The Desert Here,
And Bring Me Home At Last.
John_14-2: In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it…
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