I am a stranger here

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.

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

Home, O how soft and sweet, It thrills upon the heart! Home, where the brethren meet And never, never part: I'm going home.

Home, where the Bridegroom takes The purchase of His love; Home, where the Father waits To welcome her above: I'm going home.

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.

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

Ah! Gently, gently lead, Along the painful way, Bid every word and deed And every look to say, I'm going home!