591. We are but strangers here

1 We are but strangers here,
Heaven is our home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is our home.
Danger and sorrow stand
Round us on every hand,
Heaven is our fatherland,
Heaven is our home.

2 What though the tempest rage,
Heaven is our home;
Short is our pilgrimage,
Heaven is our home.
And Time's wild wintry blast
Soon shall be overpast,
We shall reach home at last;
Heaven is our home.

3 There at my Saviour's side,
Heaven is our home;
May we be glorified,
Heaven is our home.
There are the good and blest,
Those we love most and best,
Grant us with them to rest;
Heaven is our home.

4 Grant us to murmur not,
Heaven is our home;
Whate'er our earthly lot,
Heaven is our home.
Grant us at last to stand
There at Thine own right hand,
Jesus, in Fatherland:
Heaven is our home.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: We are but strangers here
Author: Thomas R. Taylor (1835)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1899
Topic: Heaven: Our Home
Tune Information
Name: OAK
Composer: Lowell Mason
Meter: 6s, 4s



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