1 In exile here we wander:
In heaven is our abode,--
The city of the angels,
The city of our God.
And here we toil, and strive, and fight,
With sin and woe oprest;
There God will give the sons of light
Eternal joy and rest.

2 Through many sore temptations,
By many sorrows torn,
We strive to win the glory;
Our many falls we mourn.
But faith holds out the vision bright
Of our eternal home;
And hope assures the realms of light,
When we have overcome.

3 Jesu, our joy and gladness,
To Thee for aid we flee:
Give tears of true contrition;
Our souls from guilt set free:
And we shall rise in that great day,
In bodies like to Thine,
And with Thy saints, in bright array,
Shall in Thy glory shine.

4 There we, as children dwelling,
Who here as exiles groan,
God's praises shall be telling
Before His glorious throne:
There in our endless home shall rest,
From strife and sorrow free,
And join the anthem of the blest,
Forever, Lord, to Thee.

Amen.