I'm But a Stranger Here

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 ev'ry 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;
and time's wild, wintry blast
soon shall be overpast;
I shall reach home at last,
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.