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I am far frae my home, an' I'm weary aften whiles
Author: Miss M. A. Lee Hymnal: Life-Time Hymns #256 (1896) Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far frae my home, an' I'm weary aften whiles]
I am far frae my home, an' I'm weary aften whiles
My Own Sweet Country
Author: Miss M. A. Lee Hymnal: Songs for the Singing, Normal and Literary Schools #61 (1900) First Line: I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles]
My Own Sweet Country
My Own Sweet Country
Author: Miss M. A. Lee Hymnal: Times of Refreshing #201 (1896) First Line: I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles]
My Own Sweet Country
My Ain Countrie
Author: Mary Lee Demarest Hymnal: The Songs of Zion #673 (1915) First Line: I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles]
My Ain Countrie
My Own Sweet Country
Author: Mary Lee Demarest; W. T. Dale Hymnal: The Songs of Zion #674 (1915) First Line: I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far from my home, and I'm weary often whiles]
My Own Sweet Country
I am far fr' my hame [from my home], and I'm weary
Author: Margaret A. Lee; Mary Lee Demarest Hymnal: The School Hymn and Tune Book #d78 (1876)
I am far fr' my hame [from my home], and I'm weary
I am far from my home, and I'm weary
Author: Mary Lee Demarest Hymnal: Devotional Melodies, Adapted to Social Worship #d31 (1876) Languages: English
I am far from my home, and I'm weary
My Ain Countrie
Author: M. A. Lee Hymnal: Young Men's Chorus #34 (1912) First Line: I am far frae my home, an' I'm weary aften whiles Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far frae my home, an' I'm weary aften whiles]
My Ain Countrie
"My ain countrie"
Hymnal: The Morning Star #105 (1877) First Line: I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles Lyrics: 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.
Tune Title: [I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles]
"My ain countrie"
"My Ain Countrie"
Hymnal: Joy to the World #126 (1879) First Line: I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles Lyrics: 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.
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven an' my ain countrie.
The earth is deck'd with flow'rs, money-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 running owre, we shall see
"The King in his beauty," an' our 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 dry my een,
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 wad fain now be ganging unto my Savior's breast,
For he gathers in his bosom even witless lambs like me,
An' "carries them himself" 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 my ain countrie.
4 So I'm watching aye, and singing o' my hame as I wait,
For the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side the gowden gate,
God gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me,
That we a' may gang in gladness to our ain countrie.
I'm far frae my hame an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles.
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven, an' my ain countrie.
Languages: English Tune Title: [I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles]
"My Ain Countrie"
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