What though the tempests rage?
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage,
Heaven is my home;
And time’s wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast;
I shall reach home at last,
Heaven is my home.
There at my Saviour’s side,
Heaven is my home;
I shall be glorified,
Heaven is my home;
There are the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best;
And there I too shall rest,
Heaven is my home.
Therefore I murmur not,
Heaven is my home;
Whate’er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord’s right hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.