C.J.P Spitta, 1833
The Lutheran Hymnary (1913), #537
O happy home, where Thou art loved the dearest,
Thou loving Friend and Savior of our race,
And where among the guests there never cometh
One who can hold such high and honored place!
O happy home, where two in heart united
In holy faith, and blessed hope, are one,
Whom death a little while alone divideth
And cannot end the union here begun!
O happy home, whose little ones are given
Early to Thee, in humble faith and prayer,
To Thee, their friend, whom from the heights of heaven
Guides them, and guards with more than mother’s care!
O happy home, where each one serves Thee, lowly
Whatever his appointed work may be,
Till every common task seems great and holy,
When it is done, O Lord, as unto Thee!
O happy home, where Thou art not forgotten,
When joy is overflowing full and free;
O happy home, where every wounded spirit
Is brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee,—
Until at last, when earth’s day’s work is ended,
All meet Thee in the blessed home above,
From whence Thou camest, where Thou hast ascended,
Thy everlasting home of peace and love!
