I am a stranger here;

No home, no rest I see;

Not all earth counts most dear

Can win a sigh from me.

I’m going home.

2 Jesus, thy home is mine,

And I thy Father’s child;

With hopes and joys divine,

The world’s a dreary wild.

I’m going home.

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.

4 Home! where the Bridegroom takes

The purchase of his love:

Home! where the Father waits

To welcome saints above.

I’m going home.

5 Yes! 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.

6 When earth’s delusive charms

Would snare my pilgrim feet,

I fly to Jesus’ arms,

And yet again repeat,

I’m going home.

7 When breaks each mortal tie

That holds me from the goal,

This, this can satisfy

The cravings of my soul—

I’m going home.

8 Ah! gently, gently lead,

Along the painful way,

Bid every word and deed,

And every look to say,

I’m going home.