WANDERERS' HYMN.
O GOD, from Thee we would not stray: Reveal to us Thyself, the Way! Recall us, claim us when we roam! Thou art our country and our home.
With Thee, in Thee alone is rest: Thou art our East, and Thou our West. Our little lives of Thine are part: No boundaries bar us from Thy heart.
Through starless night, through mist and gale, Thou art the shore toward which we sail; We bid farewell to friends most kind, But never leave Thy love behind.
It perfumes every foreign flower; It brightens every homesick hour; It greets us in the stranger's eye, With the heart's question and reply.
For none are alien, none are strange, Met in the Love that cannot change; We all are brethren in Thy Son — The Father and the children one.
O Christ, Thou art the atmosphere Of heaven, breathed into mortals here! Sharing Thy holy sacrifice We live, and sin within us dies.