Son, First-Born, At Home Abiding! All Without Is Cold And Bare: Hide Me From The Tempest'S Chiding Warm Beside The Father'S Chair. I Am Homesick, Lord Of Splendour! Twilight Fills My Soul With Fright: Let Thy Countenance Befriend Her, Shining From The Halls Of Light. I Am Homesick, Loving Father! Long Years Hath The Pain Increased: Soon, Oh Soon! Thy Children Gather To The Endless Marriage-Feast.