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.