I am 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;

And time's wild wintry blast

Soon will be overpassed.

I shall reach Home at last,

Heav'n is my Home.

There at my Saviour’s side

Heav’n is my Home

I shall be glorified,

Heav'n is my Home,

There are the good and blest,

Those I love most and best;

And there I too 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.