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!