Home At Last

 Homesick hungry weary lonely
Hearts beleaguered, yet unbowed
‘Still we seek thee ancient beauty
Shining prospect glimpsed through cloud.
Bright horizon, distant city
Where our joy cries out ,”Believe!”
Where our hearts are stilled and gentled
Love the atmosphere
We breathe.

Hearts that long for such a morning
Find no ease in emptiness—
Ancient beauty sate our yearning
Slake our thirst for holiness
For with thee the new day dawning
Soft and sweet all dread now ceasing
Peace and righteousness shall kiss 
And joy will ring out love’s
Great Feast.