Hymns, no. 372
’Mid Pleasures and Palaces (Home, Sweet Home)

1. ’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home. A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.

Home Home sweet, sweet home! Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.

2. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me the lowly thatched cottage again, The birds singing gaily that came at my call; Oh, give me that peace of mind, dearer than all.

Home Home sweet, sweet home! Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.