My Home (Korris)

Far from my na­tive land

In so­li­tude I roam;

Nor do I find a rest­ing place

That I can call my own.

Out on life’s trou­bled sea

Dark wa­ters round me roll;

Increasing fears that some­times rise

Bring sor­row to my soul.

Is there no oth­er land?

No oth­er scenes of joy?

No rock on which my feet shall stand

And find more sure em­ploy?

Yes

there’s ano­ther land

Where sor­rows are un­known;

And on its shores I soon shall stand

And Heav’n shall be my home.

Cease

cease

my trou­bled soul;

This storm will soon be past

And

when my wea­ry toils are o’er

I’ll wear a crown at last.