180. We Are but Strangers Here

6,4,6,4,6,6,6,4.
by T.R. Taylor, 1836
1
We are but strangers here;
 
Heaven is our home!
 
Earth is a desert drear;
 
Heaven is our home!
 
Dangers and sorrows stand
 
Round us on every hand;
 
Heaven is our fatherland,
 
Heaven is our home!
2
What though the tempest rage,
 
Heaven is our home!
 
Short is our pilgrimage;
 
Heaven is our home!
 
This life’s wild wintry blast
 
Soon will be overpast;
 
We shall reach home at last;
 
Heaven is our home!
3
There at our Savior’s side,
 
In heaven our home!
 
We shall be glorified;
 
Heaven is our home!
 
There with the good and blest,
 
Those we love most and best,
 
We shall forever rest,
 
In heaven our home!
4
Therefore we’ll murmur not,
 
Heaven is our home!
 
Whate’er our earthly lot;
 
Heaven is our home!
 
We shall yet surely stand,
 
There at our Lord’s right hand;
 
Heaven is our fatherland,
 
Heaven is our home!
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