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' lyric Until my een do see The gowden gates o' heaven, An' my ain countrie. The earth is flecked wi' flooers, 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 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 name will bring : Wi' een an' wi' hert Rinnin' owre, we shall see " The King in His beauty," In oor ain countrie. My sins hae been mony, An' my sorrows hae been sair, But there they'll never vex me, Nor be remembered mair ; For His bluid hath made me white, An' His nan' shall dry my e'e, When He brings me hame at last To my ain countrie.
3. Sae little noo I ken O' yon blessed, bonnie place â I only ken it's hame, Whaur we shall see His face ; It wad surely be eneuch For evermair to be I' the glory o' His presence In oor ain countrie. Like a bairn to its mither, A wee birdie to its nest, I wad fain be gangin' noo Unto my Saviour's breast ; For He gathers in His bosom Witless, worthless lambs like me, An" carries them Himsel' To His ain countrie.
4. He is faithfu' that hath promised, An' He'll surely come again, He'll keep His tryst wi' me â 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. Sae I'm watchin' aye, an' singin' O' my hame as I wait For the soun'in' o' His futfa' This side the gowden gate : God gie His grace to ilka ane Wha listens noo to me, That we a' may gang in gladness To oor ain countrie.