1 Brethren, while we sojourn here,
Fight we must, but should not fear;
Foes we have, but we've a Friend;
One who loves us to the end;
Forward then, with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls; come home."

Chorus:
Come home, come home,
Thy Father calls; come home.
Come home, come home,
Thy Father calls; come home.

2 In the world a thousand snares
Lie to take us unawares;
Satan, with malicious art,
Watches each unguarded heart;
But from Satan's malice free,
Saints will soon victorious be;
Soon the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls; come home." [Chorus]

3 But of all the foes we meet,
None so apt to turn our feet,
None betray us into sin,
Like the foes we have within;
Yet let nothing spoil your peace,
Christ will also conquer these;
Then the joyful news will come,
"Child, your Father calls; come home." [Chorus]