1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.