1 We are but strangers here,
Heaven is our Home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is our Home.
Danger and sorrow stand
Round us on every hand,
Heaven is our Fatherland,
Heaven is our Home.

2 What though the tempests rage?
Heaven is our Home;
Short is our pilgrimage,
Heaven is our Home.
And Time's wild wintry blast
Soon shall be overpast,
We shall reach home at last;
Heaven is our Home.

3 There at our Saviour's side,
Heaven is our Home:
May we be glorified;
Heaven is our Home:
There are the good and blest,
Those we love most and best,
Grant us with them to rest;
Heaven is our Home.

4 Grant us to murmur not,
Heaven is our Home:
Whate'er our earthly lot,
Heaven is our Home.
Grant us at last to stand
There at thine own Right Hand
Jesus, in Fatherland;
Heaven is our Home!

Amen.