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I am far fare my hame,
an� I�m weary aften whiles,
For the lang�d for hame-bringin;
an my Father�s welcome smiles,
An� I�ll ne�er be fu� content
until my een do see
The gowden gates o heaven,
an� my ain contrie,
The earth is fleck�d with 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.
I�ve His gude word of promise,
that some gladsome day the King
To His ain royal palace
His banish�d hame will bring;
Wi� een an� wi� hert
rinnin� owere 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 remember�d mair:
For His bluid hath made me white,
and His hand shall dry my e�e,
When He brings me hame at last
to my ain countrie.
Sae little noo I ken o�
yon bless�d, bonnie place�
I only ken it�s hame, whaur
we shall see His face;
I wad surely be eneuch
for ever mair 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 gainin� 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.
He is faithfu� that hath promised,
an� He�ll shurely come again
He�ll keep His tryst wi� me�
at what hour I dinna ken;
But He bids me still to wait,
an� ready ay 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.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MY AIN COUNTRIE
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Meter:
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1864
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 982 | C | | # 844 | C |
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