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Usk 8.7.8.8.7.

By Steve Brett

Key
A minor
Type
Folk hymn
Time signature
2
4
Composed
2024
Text
Charles Giles,

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Text

  1. A stranger lonely here I roam,
    From place to place I'm driven;
    My friends are gone and I'm in gloom;
    This earth is all a dreary tomb—
    I have no home but Heaven.
  2. Creation's mighty fabric all,
    Will be to atoms riven,
    The sky consume, the planets fall,
    Convulsions rock this earthly ball,
    There's nothing firm but Heaven.
  3. The world is poor from shore to shore,
    And like a baseless vision;
    Its lofty domes and brilliant ore,
    And gems and crowns, are vain and poor,
    There's nothing rich but Heaven.