The Morning Star ‎#105

105. "My ain countrie"

1 I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for-hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles,
An' I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven, an' my ain countrie.
The earth is fleck'd with flowers, mony tinted, fresh and gay;
The birdies warble blithely, for my Father made them sae;
But these sichts an' these soun's will as naething be to me,
When I hear the angels singing in my ain countrie.

2 I've his gude word of promise that some gladsome day, the King
To His ain royal palace, His banished hame will bring
Wi' een an' wi' heart flowing owre, we shall see
"The King in His beauty," in His ain countrie.
My sins hae been mony, an' my sorrows hae been sair:
But there they'll never vex me, nor be remembered mair:
His bluid hath made me white, an' His hand shall wipe my ee',
When He brings me hame at last to my ain countrie.

3 Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
I fain wad noo be ganging unto my Savior's breast,
For He gathers in His bosom, witless, worthless lambs like me,
He "carries them Himsel'," to His ain countrie.
He's faithfu' that has promised, He'll surely come again,
He'll keep His tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken:
But He bids me still to wait, an' ready aye to be,
To gang at ony moment, to His ain countrie.

Text Information

• First Line: I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles
• Title: "My ain countrie"
• Publication Date: 1877

Tune Information

• Name: [I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles]
• Key: C Major
• Source: Scottish Melody