I’m but a Stranger Here

I’m but a strang­er here

Heav’n is my home;

Earth is a des­ert drear

Heav’n is my home.

Danger and sor­row stand

Round me on ev­ery hand;

Heav’n is my fa­ther­land

Heav’n is my home.

What though the tem­pest rage

Heav’n is my home;

Short is my pil­grim­age

Heav’n is my home;

Time’s cold and wild win­try blast

Soon shall be ov­er past;

I shall reach home at last

Heav’n is my home.

There at my Sav­ior’s side

Heav’n is my home;

I shall be glo­ri­fied

Heav’n is my home.

There are the good and blest

Those I loved most and best;

There

too

I soon shall rest

Heav’n is my home.

Therefore I mur­mur not

Heav’n is my home;

Whate’er my earth­ly lot

Heav’n is my home;

And I shall sure­ly stand

There at my Lord’s right hand.

Heav’n is my fa­ther­land

Heav’n is my home.