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.

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.

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.