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I am far fare my hame,
an’ I’m weary aften whiles,
For the lang’d for hame-bringin;
an my Father’s welcome smiles,
An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content
until my een do see
The gowden gates o heaven,
an’ my ain contrie,
The earth is fleck’d with flooers,
mony-tinted, fresh and gay;
The birdies warble blithely,
for my Father made them sae;
But these sichts an’ these soun’s
will as naething be to me,
When I hear the angels singin’
In my ain countrie.
I’ve His gude word of promise,
that some gladsome day the King
To His ain royal palace
His banish’d hame will bring;
Wi’ een an’ wi’ hert
rinnin’ owere we shall see
“The King in His beauty,”
in oor ain countrie.
My sins hae been mony,
an’ my sorrows hae been sair,
But there they’ll never vex me,
nor be remember’d mair:
For His bluid hath made me white,
and His hand shall dry my e’e,
When He brings me hame at last
to my ain countrie.
Sae little noo I ken o’
yon blessèd, bonnie place—
I only ken it’s hame, whaur
we shall see His face;
I wad surely be eneuch
for ever mair to be
I’ the glory o’ His presence
in oor ain countrie.
Like a bairn to its mither,
a wee birdie to its nest,
I wad fain be gainin’ noo
unto my Saviour’s breast;
For He gathers in His bosom witless,
Worthless lambs like me,
An’ carries them Himsel’
to His ain countrie.
He is faithfu’ that hath promised,
an’ He’ll shurely come again
He’ll keep His tryst wi’ me—
at what hour I dinna ken;
But He bids me still to wait,
an’ ready ay to be
To gang at ony moment
to my ain countrie.
Sae I’m watchin’, aye, an’ singin;
o’ my hame as I wait
For the soun’in’ o’ His futfa’
this side the gowden gate:
God gie His grace to ilka ane
wha listens noo to me,
That we a’ may gang in gladness
to oor ain countrie.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MY AIN COUNTRIE
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Dates:
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1864
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 982 | C | | # 844 | C |
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