1. As I gazed, O Lord, from the banks of the shore.
As I gazed, O Lord, to my home.
Then I wept, O Lord, at the thought of my land.
As I sat, and I stared from the shore.
I long for thee, O Jerusalem.
I long to be in my home.
Ne'er shall I sing in a distant land.
Take me home.
Lord, take me home.
2. Though a captive, Lord, I shall never forget.
Despite orders, Lord, I'll be true.
I shall never sing, nor take joy in this land.
All my thoughts and desires will be You.
Copyright Stephen J. Pearson