I am a stranger here

Verse 1

I am a stranger here,
No home, no rest I see;
Not all men count most dear
Should win a sigh from me:

I'm going home.

Verse 2

Saviour, Thy home is mine,
And I, Thy Father's child;
With hopes and joys divine
The world's a weary wild:

I'm going home

Verse 3

Home, O how soft and sweet,
It thrills upon the heart!
Home, where the brethren meet
And never, never part:

I'm going home.

Verse 4

Home, where the Bridegroom takes
The purchase of His love;
Home, where the Father waits
To welcome her above:

I'm going home.

Verse 5

And when the world looks cold,
Which did my Lord revile,
A lamb within the fold
I can look up and smile:

I'm going home.

Verse 6

When earth's delusive charms
Would snare my pilgrim feet,
I'll fly to Jesus' arms
And yet again repeat,

I'm going home.

Verse 7

Ah! Gently, gently lead,
Along the painful way,
Bid every word and deed
And every look to say,

I'm going home!