1 I'm but a stranger here,
Heav'n is my home;
Only a sojourner,
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,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home.
And time's wild wintry blast
Soon will be over-past;
I shall reach home at last,
Heaven is my home.

3 Therefore, I'll murmur not,
Heaven is my home;
Whate'er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home.
For I shall surely stand
There at my Lord's right hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.