1 O blessed home, that cheerfully receiveth
Thy visits, Jesus Christ, the soul’s true friend,
That, far beyond all other guests, believeth
It must to Thee its warmest cheer extend;
Where every heart to Thee is fondly turning,
Where every eye for Thee with pleasure speaks,
Where all to know Thy will are truly yearning,
And everyone to do it promptly seeks.

2 O blessed home, where man and wife, united
In Thy true love, have both one heart and mind,
Where both to Thy salvation are invited,
And in Thy doctrine both contentment find;
Where both, to Thee, in truth, forever cleaving
In joy, in grief, make Thee their only stay,
And fondly hope in Thee to be believing,
Both in the good and in the evil day.

3 O blessed home, where little children tender
Are laid upon Thy heart with hands of prayer,
Thou Friend of children, who wilt freely render
To them more than a mother’s loving care,
Where round Thy feet they gather, to Thee clinging,
And hear Thy loving voice most willingly,
And in their songs, Thy hearty praises ringing,
Rejoice in Thee, O blessèd Lord, in Thee.

4 O blessed home, where faithful servants, knowing
That all their works are done within Thy sight,
In all their work with holy zeal are glowing
To do alone what Thou esteemeth right;
As Thy true servants, in whom Thou delightest,
In meekness willing, by that love constrained
Which shows, in it all its works, the least, the brightest,
How in small things great faith may be maintained.

5 O blessed home, the joys of which Thou sharest,
And never art forgot in scenes of joy;
O blessèd home, for whose sad wounds Thou carest,
Where all the sick Thy healing power employ;
Until at last the day’s work fully ended,
All finally in joyful rapture fly
To that blest house to which Thou hast ascended,
Unto the blessèd Father’s home on high.