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Strangers and pilgrims.
Heb. 11:13.
We have no home but heaven;
A pilgrim’s garb we wear;
Our path is marked by changes,
And strewed with many a care;
Surrounded with temptation;
By varied ills oppressed;
Each day’s experience warns us
That this is not our rest.
2 We have no home but heaven;
Then, wherefore seek one here?
Why murmur at privation,
Or grieve when trouble’s near?
It is but for a season
That we as strangers roam,
And strangers must not look for
The comforts of a home.
3 We have no home but heaven;
We want no home beside;
O, God, our Friend and Father,
Our footsteps thither guide,
Unfold to us its glory,
Prepare us for its joy,
Its pure and perfect friendship,
Its angel-like employ.
4 We have a home in heaven:—
How cheering is the thought!
How bright the expectations
Which God’s own word has taught!
With eager hearts we hasten
The promised bliss to share;
We have no home but heaven;—
O, would that we were there!