1 Lord Jesus Christ, my Life, my Light,
My Strength by day, my Trust by night,
On earth I'm but a passing guest,
And sorely by my sins oppressed.

2 Far off I see my fatherland,
Where through Thy grace I hope to stand;
But ere I reach that Paradise
A weary way before me lies.

3 My heart sinks at the journey's length,
My wasted flesh has little strength;
Only my soul still cries in me,
Lord, fetch me home, take me to Thee.

4 O let Thy sufferings give me power
To meet the last and darkest hour;
Thy cross the staff whereon I lean,
My couch the grave where Thou hast been.

5 Since Thou hast died, the Pure, the Just,
I take my homeward way in trust;
The gates of heav'n, Lord, open wide,
When here I may no more abide.

6 And when the last great day is come
And Thou, our Judge, shalt speak the doom,
Let me with joy behold the light,
And set me then upon Thy right.

7 Renew this wasted flesh of mine,
That like the sun it there may shine
Among the angels pure and bright,
Yea, like Thyself in glorious light.

8 Then I shall have my heart's desire,
When, singing with the angels' choir,
Among the ransomed of Thy grace,
Forever I behold Thy face.