Hymns (1948), no. 133
O Happy Home! O Blest Abode

1. O happy home! O blest abode! Where Saints communion hold with God Without a doubt or fear. When shall I reach thy fertile plains, Ascend the mount where virtue gains A more exalted sphere? A more exalted sphere?

2. In Babylon I loathe to stay; Dire are the evils day by day Within her precincts dark. Truth’s brighter rays expose the right; Each honest mind receives the light And presses to the mark, And presses to the mark.

3. Come, sacred power, exert thy sway, To guide in the celestial way, Tradition to forsake My Savior’s footsteps to pursue, Each selfish principle subdue To righteousness awake, To righteousness awake.

4. Let friends or kindred, near and dear, Exert their power nor servile fear Shall e’er my spirit bind; Though now affections warmer rise In souls enlightened from the skies And blest with Jesus’ mind, And blest with Jesus’ mind.