1 Home is home, however lowly,
Home is sweet when love is there,
Home is home when hearts are holy,
Earth has ne’er a spot so fair.
Jesus makes our home a heaven,
Sacred in the fireside warm;
After battling through the long day,
Home’s a shelter from the storm.
2 To a little home in Bethany
Jesus loved to wend his way;
Tender hearts were waiting for him
In the evening of the day.
Jesus there dispelled the sadness,
There the humble meal he blessèd;
There they worshipped him with gladness;
There his sacred form would rest.
3 Let us make our home the threshold
Of the city bright and fair,
Each the other’s joy possessing,
Each the other’s burden share.
In the storm of deep affliction
Let us seek the heavenly balm,
In life’s tempest just remember
Prayer will make the storm a calm.