Our Fatherland, thy name so dear
Our souls repeat while strangers here;
And oh, how oft we sigh for thee,
Our Fatherland beyond the sea.
Above the stars, above the skies,
Thy tow’ring hills majestic rise;
Thy sunny fields with verdure glow,
And fadeless flowers in beauty grow.
There Jesus reigns, our Saviour-King,
And one by one his own will bring,
Thy songs to join, thy bliss to share,
O Fatherland, our Zion fair.
No tears shall dim, no pain destroy
The light of peace, the smiles of joy;
No more we’ll clasp the parting hand
Within thy gates, our Fatherland.
Chorus:
Our Fatherland, dear Fatherland,
We long to press thy golden strand
And hail the bright and shining band,
In thy sweet vales, dear Fatherland.
Fanny J. Crosby
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