Welcome Home

You are coming home with the breath of spring         Flying home to a love-lined nest,     Most loving care hath made it fair         Your hands will do the rest     And the bridal robe you have laid aside         And the vail all of lacy foam,     The maiden's wed, the tour is sped         So welcome, welcome home     The past is laid by with the bridal wreath         The bride has come home a wife,     And now we pray that blessings may         Crown all your wedded life     What shall be the blessing, my dearest dear,         When it's all that we have to give?     That peace and love, from God above,         Be yours while ye both shall live.     That high love that makes of the wife a queen,         Of a cottage a palace home,     The coarse web fine, life's water wine,         The fire-side chair a throne.     Love that drops like dew from heaven to fill         With all blessing your earthly cup;     That draws you nigh to Him Most High,         Bidding your souls look up     Unto Him who has ordered all your lot,         To the Hand that will give the best,     That bids you come up to His home         To be His wedding guest.