3. For loved ones in the Homeland Are waiting me to come Where neither death nor sorrow Invades their holy home. O dear, dear native country! O rest and peace above! Christ bring us all to the Homeland Of His eternal love. H. R. Haweis, 1855. 563 6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 6, 4 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. 2. What though the tempest rage, Heav’n is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heav’n is my home; And time’s wild wintry blast Soon shall be overpast; I shall reach home at last,— Heav’n is my home. 3. 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 love most and best; And there I, too, shall rest,— Heav’n is my home. 4. 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. T. R. Taylor, 1836, a. 564 8, 6, 8, 8, 6 There is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distrest, A balm for every wounded breast: ’Tis found above—in heaven. 2. There is a soft, a downy bed, ’Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread Where they may rest the aching head And find repose—in heaven. 3. There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven,— When tossed on life’s tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear—but heaven. 4. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene—in heaven. 5. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven. W. B. Tappan, 1818. 565 9, 8, 6 l A slumber I know, in Jesus’ name, A rest from all toil and sorrow; Earth tenderly takes my weary frame To sleep till the blissful morrow; In heaven my soul with God abides, Forgotten are cares and trials.