1 A homeless Stranger amongst us came.
To this land of death and mourning;
He walked in a path of sorrow and shame,
Thro’ insult, and hate, and scorning;
A Man of sorrows, of toil, of tears,
An outcast Man and a lonely,
But He looked on me, and thro’ endless years
Him must I love, Him only.
2 And them from this sad and sorrowful land,
This land of tears He departed;
But the light of His eyes and the touch of His hand
Had left me broken-hearted;
And I clave to Him as He turn’d His face
From the land that was mine no longer,
The land I’d loved in the ancient days, ere
I knew the love that was stronger.
3 And I must abide where He abode,
And follow His steps forever;
His people, my people; His God, my God,
In the land beyond the river;
And where He died would I also die;
Far dearer a grave beside Him
Than a kingly place among living men,
The place that they denied Him.