Come Home

Verse 1

Brethren, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear; Foes we have, but we've a Friend, One that loves us to the end; Forward, then, with courage go; Long we shall not dwell below; Soon the joyful news will come, "Child, your Father calls come home!"

Verse 2

In the way a thousand snares Lie, to take us unawares; Satan, with malicious art, Watches each unguarded part: But, from Satan's malice free, Saints shall soon victorious be; Soon the joyful news will come, "Child, your Father calls come home!"

Verse 3

But of all the foes we meet, None so oft mislead our feet, None betray us into sin, Like the foes that dwell within; Yet let nothing spoil our peace, Christ shall also conquer these; Soon the joyful news will come, "Child, your Father calls come home!"