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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.
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.
There at our Saviour'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 for ever rest,
In heaven our home.
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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6 4 6 4 6 6 6 4
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1881 | # 180 |
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OAK
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6 4 6 4 6 6 6 4
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1854
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 416 | F | | # 245.1 | Bb |
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