We Miss Thee at Home.We miss thee at home, yes, we miss theeSince the hour we bade thee adieu;And prayers have encircled thy pathway,From anxious hearts loving and true,That the Saviour would guide and protect thee,As far from the loved ones you roam,And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d,“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”When morning awakes us from slumber,We catch from the lips the first kiss,And fold in a wandering zephyr,To be wafted to him whom we miss;And when we have join’d the “home circle,”And replaced the still vacant chair,In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,For him we were wont to see there.The shadows of evening are falling—Oh, where is the wanderer now?The breeze that floats lightly around me,Perchance may soon visit his brow;Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?The heart has grown sad and dejected,For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.
We Miss Thee at Home.We miss thee at home, yes, we miss theeSince the hour we bade thee adieu;And prayers have encircled thy pathway,From anxious hearts loving and true,That the Saviour would guide and protect thee,As far from the loved ones you roam,And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d,“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”When morning awakes us from slumber,We catch from the lips the first kiss,And fold in a wandering zephyr,To be wafted to him whom we miss;And when we have join’d the “home circle,”And replaced the still vacant chair,In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,For him we were wont to see there.The shadows of evening are falling—Oh, where is the wanderer now?The breeze that floats lightly around me,Perchance may soon visit his brow;Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?The heart has grown sad and dejected,For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.
We Miss Thee at Home.We miss thee at home, yes, we miss theeSince the hour we bade thee adieu;And prayers have encircled thy pathway,From anxious hearts loving and true,That the Saviour would guide and protect thee,As far from the loved ones you roam,And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d,“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”When morning awakes us from slumber,We catch from the lips the first kiss,And fold in a wandering zephyr,To be wafted to him whom we miss;And when we have join’d the “home circle,”And replaced the still vacant chair,In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,For him we were wont to see there.The shadows of evening are falling—Oh, where is the wanderer now?The breeze that floats lightly around me,Perchance may soon visit his brow;Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?The heart has grown sad and dejected,For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.
We miss thee at home, yes, we miss theeSince the hour we bade thee adieu;And prayers have encircled thy pathway,From anxious hearts loving and true,That the Saviour would guide and protect thee,As far from the loved ones you roam,And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d,“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”
We miss thee at home, yes, we miss thee
Since the hour we bade thee adieu;
And prayers have encircled thy pathway,
From anxious hearts loving and true,
That the Saviour would guide and protect thee,
As far from the loved ones you roam,
And whisper, whene’er thou wert sadden’d,
“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”
When morning awakes us from slumber,We catch from the lips the first kiss,And fold in a wandering zephyr,To be wafted to him whom we miss;And when we have join’d the “home circle,”And replaced the still vacant chair,In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,For him we were wont to see there.
When morning awakes us from slumber,
We catch from the lips the first kiss,
And fold in a wandering zephyr,
To be wafted to him whom we miss;
And when we have join’d the “home circle,”
And replaced the still vacant chair,
In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,
For him we were wont to see there.
The shadows of evening are falling—Oh, where is the wanderer now?The breeze that floats lightly around me,Perchance may soon visit his brow;Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?The heart has grown sad and dejected,For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.
The shadows of evening are falling—
Oh, where is the wanderer now?
The breeze that floats lightly around me,
Perchance may soon visit his brow;
Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,
We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?
The heart has grown sad and dejected,
For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.