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 ev'ry hand,
Heav'n is my fatherland,
Heav'n is my home.

2 What though the tempests rage,
Heav'n is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heav'n is my home;
And time's wild wintry blast
Soon shall be overpast;
I shall reach home at last;
Heav'n is my home.

3 There, at my Savior's side,
Heav'n is my home;
May I be glorified,
Heav'n is my home;
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best;
Grant me with them to 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!