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 every 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; Time???s cold and wild wintry blast soon shall be over past; I shall reach home at last, Heav???n is my home. There at my Savior???s side Heav???n is my home; I shall be glorified, Heav???n is my home. There are the good and blest, those I loved most and best; There, too, I soon shall rest, 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.