O Give Us Homes Built Firm Upon The Saviour,
Where Christ Is Head, And Counsellor And Guide;
Where Ev’ry Child Is Taught His Love And Favor
And Gives His Heart To Christ, The Crucified:
How Sweet To Know That Tho’ His Footsteps Waver
His Faithful Lord Is Walking By His Side!
O Give Us Homes With Godly Fathers, Mothers,
Who Always Place Their Hope And Trust In Him;
Whose Tender Patience Turmoil Never Bothers,
Whose Calm And Courage Trouble Cannot Dim;
A Home Where Each Finds Joy In Serving Others,
And Love Still Shines, Tho’ Days Be Dark And Grim.
O Give Us Homes Where Christ Is Lord And Master,
The Bible Read, The Precious Hymns Still Sung;
Where Prayer Comes First In Peace Or In Disaster,
And Praise Is Natural Speech To Ev’ry Tongue;
Where Mountains Move Before A Faith That’s Vaster,
And Christ Sufficient Is For Old And Young.
O Lord, Our God, Our Homes Are Thine Forever!
We Trust To Thee Their Problems, Toil, And Care;
Their Bonds Of Love No Enemy Can Sever
If Thou Art Always Lord And Master There:
Be Thou The Center Of Our Least Endeavor:
Be Thou Our Guest, Our Hearts And Homes To Share.
A Christian Home by Barbara B. Hart
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