A Homeless Stranger

A home­less strang­er amongst us came

To this land of sin and mourn­ing;

He walked in a path of sor­row and shame

Thro’ in­sult

and hate

and scorn­ing;

A man of sor­rows

of toils

of tears

An out­cast man and lone­ly

But He looked on me

and thro’ end­less years

Him must I serve

Him on­ly.

And then from this sad and sor­row­ful land

This land of tears He de­part­ed;

But the light of His eyes

and the touch of His hand

Had left me brok­en­heart­ed;

And I clave to Him as He turned His face

From the land that was mine no long­er

The land I’d loved in the gold­en days ere

I knew the love that was strong­er.

And I must abide where He ab­ode

And follow His steps for­ev­er;

His peo­ple

my peo­ple; His God

my God

In the land be­yond the riv­er;

And where He died would I al­so die;

For dear­er a grave be­side Him

Than a king­ly crown among liv­ing men

The place that they de­nied Him.