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.
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.