"Take Me Home" text by Ben Kaye-Skinner.

When in sickness I am weak
In your presence I am meek
But in your arms I am warm
In the darkness I am cold
Though I know I'll soon behold
All the joy I've chanced to dream before

Take me home (Lord), I am dreary
Take my pain, I am yours
As my eyes grow weary
Take me home (Lord), take me home

When I close my eyes I see
All that beauty's meant to be
And I know that you are here
All around are clouds so white
And your glory, shining bright
Gentle hands have washed away my fear

Take me home (Lord), I am dreary
Take my pain, I am yours
As my eyes grow weary
Take me home (Lord), take me home