On To My Home

To the tune: "Purer In Heart, O God"

My heart can't bear the thought, my soul would grieve;

Were You to take Your love away from me.

Though weak and vile and I, with longings deep I sigh;

For life to come, for jubilee.

My heart thrills at the thought, my soul takes flight;

That I may one day bask in heaven's light!

Though sore the path my be, scarred with iniquity;

The prize shines still.  "Faith, become sight!"

My heart rests sound at last, my soul is calm.

Grounded and firm stand I, the Rock my balm.

A scarred hand holds my own, a seed of glory sown;

"On to my home," this is my song!