O Sacred Heart, our home lies deep in thee; on earth thou art an exile’s rest, in heav’n the glory of the blest, O Sacred Heart.
O Sacred Heart, thou fount of contrite tears: where’er those living waters flow, new life to sinners they bestow, O Sacred Heart.
O Sacred Heart, our trust is all in thee, for though earth’s night be dark and drear, thou breathest rest where thou art near, O Sacred Heart.
O Sacred Heart, when shades of death shall fall, receive us ‘neath thy gentle care, and save us from the tempter’s snare, O Sacred Heart.
O Sacred Heart, lead exiled children home, where we may ever rest near thee, in peace and joy eternally, O Sacred Heart.
F. Stanfield, 1835-1914












