|'TIL I REACH
MY HEAVENLY HOME
|L-RD, how I thirst for Your Holy Presence
In a land so hot and dry.
How I long to taste Your Spirit;
Give me drink or else I die!
Cause once more the blooming roses
To arise through barren ground.
Fill me with Your sweet aroma;
Let Your love in me abound.
Lead me on, sweet Blessed Savior!
I, a pilgrim, am Your own,
Pressing onward ever upward
Til I reach my Heavenly home.