Penick

Lyrics

While trav’ling thru the world below,
Where sore afflictions come,
My soul abounds with joy to know
That I will rest at home.

Chorus:

Carry me home, carry me home,
When my life is o’er,
Then carry me to my long-sought home,
Where pain is felt no more.

My soul’s delight has been to sing
Of glorious days to come,
When I shall, with my God and King,
Forever rest at home.

(Chorus)

And then I want these lines to be
Inscribed upon my tomb:
‘Here lies the dust of S. R. P.,
His spirit sings at home.’

(Chorus)