1  My home is God Himself; Christ brought me there,

    And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there;

    He bore me where no foot but His hath trod,

    Within the holiest at home with God.

    O holy place! O home divinely fair!

    And we, God's little ones, abiding there.

 2  A long, long road I traveled night and day,

    And sought to find within myself some way,

    Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near;

    Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear,

    And then I found Christ was the only way

    That I must come to Him and in Him stay.

 3  O wondrous place! O home divinely fair!

    And I, God's little one, safe hidden there.

    Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me,

    So make me dead to everything but Thee;

    That as I rest within my home most fair,

    I'll share my God in all and everywhere.