1 I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles.
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven an' my ain countrie.
The earth is deck'd with flow'rs, money-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 singing in my ain countrie.
2 I've his gude word of promise that some gladsome day the King
To his ain royal palace his banished hame will bring.
Wi' een an' wi' heart running owre, we shall see
"The King in his beauty," an' our ain countrie.
My sins hae been mony, an' my sorrows hae been sair;
But there they'll never vex me nor be remembered mair;
His bluid hath made me white, an' his hand shall dry my een,
When he brings me hame at last to my ain countrie.
3 Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
I wad fain now be ganging unto my Savior's breast,
For he gathers in his bosom even witless lambs like me,
An' "carries them himself" to his ain countrie.
He's faithfu' that has promised, he'll surely come again,
He'll keep his tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken:
But he bids me still to wait, an' ready aye to be
To gang at ony moment, to my ain countrie.
4 So I'm watching aye, and singing o' my hame as I wait,
For the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side the gowden gate,
God gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me,
That we a' may gang in gladness to our ain countrie.
I'm far frae my hame an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles.
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven, an' my ain countrie.
Joy to the World: or, sacred songs for gospel meetings #1261 I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for-hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles,
I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gow den gates of heav'n, an' my ain countrie.
The earth is fleck'd wi' flow'rs, mony-tinted-fresh and gay;
The birdies warble blithely, for my Father made them sae;
But these sichts an' these soun's wil as naething be to me,
When I hear the angels singing in my ain countrie.
2 I've his gude word of promise, that, some gladsome day, the King,
To his ain royal palace, his banished hame will bring
Wi' een' an' wi' heart running owre we shall see
"The King in his beauty," an' our ain countrie.
My sins hae been mony, and my sorrows hae been sair;
But there they'll never vex me, nor be remembered 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.
Light and Life: a collection of new hymns and tunes for sunday schools, prayer meetings, praise meetings and revival meetings #1251. I am far frae my hame, an’ I’m weary aftenwhiles,
For the langed for hame bringin’, an’ my Father’s welcome smiles;
An’ I’ll ne’er be fu’ content, until mine een do see
The gowden gates o’ Heav’n an’ my ain countrie.
Refrain
The earth is fleck’d wi’ flowers, mony tinted, fresh an’ gay
The birdies warble blithely, for my Faither made them sae:
But these sights an’ these soun’s will as naething be to me,
When I hear the angels singin’ in my ain countrie.
2. I’ve His gude word o’ promise that some gladsome day, the King
To His ain royal palace his banished hame will bring;
Wi’een an’ wi’ hert rinnin’ owre, we shall see
The King in His beauty, in oor ain countrie. [Refrain]
3. Sae little noo I ken, o’ yon blessèd, bonnie place
I only ken it’s Hame, whaur we shall see His face,
It wad surely be eneuch for ever mair to be
In the glory o’ His presence, in oor ain countrie. [Refrain]
4. He is faithfu’ that hath promised, an He’ll surely come again,
He’ll keep His tryst wi’ me, at what oor I dinnna ken;
But He bids me still to wait, an’ ready aye to be,
To gang at ony moment to my ain countrie. [Refrain]
The Cyber Hymnal #41401 I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles,
For the lang'd-for-hame-bringing, an' my Father's welcome smiles,
An' I'll ne'er be fu' content, until my een do see
The gowden gates of heaven, an' my ain countrie.
The earth is fleck'd with flowers, 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 singing in my ain countrie.
2 I've his gude word of promise that some gladsome day, the King
To His ain royal palace, His banished hame will bring
Wi' een an' wi' heart flowing owre, we shall see
"The King in His beauty," in His ain countrie.
My sins hae been mony, an' my sorrows hae been sair:
But there they'll never vex me, nor be remembered mair:
His bluid hath made me white, an' His hand shall wipe my ee',
When He brings me hame at last to my ain countrie.
3 Like a bairn to its mither, a wee birdie to its nest,
I fain wad noo be ganging unto my Savior's breast,
For He gathers in His bosom, witless, worthless lambs like me,
He "carries them Himsel'," to His ain countrie.
He's faithfu' that has promised, He'll surely come again,
He'll keep His tryst wi' me, at what hour I dinna ken:
But He bids me still to wait, an' ready aye to be,
To gang at ony moment, to His ain countrie.
The Morning Star: a collection of new sacred songs, for the Sunday school, prayer meeting, and the social circle #105
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