Home in Rome

Statue of St. Peter (1840) by Giuseppe De Fabris

My heart doth tire, my soul is lost,

And every day I count the cost

In tears by fellow travelers shed

For what I did, for what I said.

I shall no longer trust my mind

For I see well that I am blind,

And as this tongue has denied Thee

So shall I from it flee.

In that flight of darkest night

I perceive an ancient light.

There I find the church built on rock

There I am named among His flock.

My father gives me his embrace

And bids me come, eat of Grace.

He says no more shall I roam

For I have come home.

I am at home, come to my home

I am in Rome, join me in Rome.