445. I'm But a Stranger Here

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; And time’s 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 love most and best; And there I, too, shall rest, Heav’n is my home.