Standing beside a quiet path they found it.
A humble little house it was, and low.
With patient hands they planted flowers around it,
And flung its windows to the sun’s warm glow.
They laid an open book upon the table,
And hung a simple picture on the wall.
They trained a vining rose around the gable.
They built a throne and crowned love Lord of all.
They kindled on the hearth a fair flame gleaming,
And set a row of chairs before its light
Where happy eyes should cast their cheerful beaming
With rest and song that come with falling night.
They reared with loving hands a fireside altar
Where hungry hearts in reverence might come,
Where trembling lips might their petitions falter
Before the Throne of Grace, and lo, ’twas HOME.