Scripture Verse

Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Hebrews 11:13

Introduction

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Thomas R. Taylor
1807–1835

Words: Tho­mas R. Tay­lor, 1836.

Music: St. Ed­mund (Sul­li­van) Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Arthur S. Sullivan
1842–1900

Lyrics

I’m but a stran­ger here,
Heav’n is my home;
Earth is a des­ert drear,
Heav’n is my home.
Danger and sor­row stand
Round me on ev­ery 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;
Time’s cold and wild win­try blast
Soon shall be ov­er past;
I shall reach home at last,
Heav’n is my home.

There at my Sav­ior’s side
Heav’n is my home;
I shall be glo­ri­fied,
Heav’n is my home.
There are the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best;
There, too, I soon shall rest,
Heav’n is my home.

Therefore I mur­mur not,
Heav’n is my home;
Whate’er my earth­ly lot,
Heav’n is my home;
And I shall sure­ly stand
There at my Lord’s right hand.
Heav’n is my fa­ther­land,
Heav’n is my home.