A home­less stran­ger amongst us came,
To this land of sin and mourn­ing;
He walked in a path of sor­row and shame,
Thro’ in­sult, and hate, and scorn­ing;
A man of sor­rows, of toils, of tears,
An out­cast man and lone­ly,
But He looked on me, and thro’ end­less years,
Him must I serve, Him on­ly.

And then from this sad and sor­row­ful land,
This land of tears He de­part­ed;
But the light of His eyes, and the touch of His hand
Had left me brok­en­heart­ed;
And I clave to Him as He turned His face
From the land that was mine no long­er,
The land I’d loved in the gold­en days ere
I knew the love that was strong­er.

And I must abide where He abode,
And follow His steps for­ev­er;
His peo­ple, my peo­ple; His God, my God,
In the land be­yond the ri­ver;
And where He died would I al­so die;
For dear­er a grave be­side Him
Than a king­ly crown among liv­ing men,
The place that they de­nied Him.