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 with 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 heaven, 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 Ah, then I’ll have my heart’s desire,
When singing with the angels’ choir,
Among the ransomed of Thy grace,
For ever I behold Thy face!