Yes, My Native Land, I Love Thee

Yes

my na­tive land

I love thee;

All thy scenes

I love them well;

Friends

con­nect­ions

hap­py coun­try!

Can I bid you all fare­well?

Can I leave you—can I leave you

Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Home! thy joys are pass­ing love­ly;

Joys no strang­er-heart can tell!

Happy home! ’tis sure I love thee!

Can I—can I say—Fare­well?

Can I leave you—can I leave you

Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Scenes of sac­red peace and plea­sure

Holy days and Sa­bbath bell.

Richest

bright­est

sweet­est tre­asure!

Can I say a last fare­well?

Can I leave you—can I leave you

Far in hea­then lands to dwell?

Yes! I hast­en from you glad­ly

From the scenes I loved so well!

Far away

ye bil­lows

bear me;

Lovely na­tive land

fare­well!

Pleased I leave thee—pleased I leave thee

Far in he­athen lands to dwell.

In the de­serts let me la­bor

On the mount­ains let me tell

How He died—the bless­èd Sav­ior—

To re­deem a world from hell!

Let me hast­en

let me hast­en

Far in hea­then lands to dwell.

Bear me on

thou rest­less ocean;

Let the winds my can­vas swell—

Heaves my heart with warm emo­tion

While I go far hence to dwell.

Glad I bid thee

glad I bid thee

Native land! Fare­well—Far­ewell!