I'm but strange 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.

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 overpast;
I shall reach home at last,
Heav'n is my home.

There at my Saviour'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.