1
Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes I love them well,
Friends, connexions, happy country!
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave thee—
Far in distant lands to dwell?
2
Home! thy joys are passing lovely;
Joys no stranger-heart can tell!
Happy home! ’tis sure I love thee!
Can I—can I—say Farewell?
Can I leave thee—
Far in distant lands to dwell?
3
Holy scenes of joy and gladness,
Ev’ry fond emotion swell,
Can I banish heart-felt sadness
While I bid my home farewell?
Can I leave thee—
Far in distant lands to dwell?
4
Yes! I hasten from you gladly,
From the scenes I love so well!
Faraway, ye billows, bear me:
Lovely, native land farewell!
Pleas’d I leave thee—
Far in distant lands to dwell.
5
In the deserts let me labor,
On the mountains let me tell,
How he died—the blessed Savior—
To redeem a world from hell!
Let me hasten,
Far in distant lands to dwell.
6
Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvass swell—
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell,
Glad I bid thee,
Native land!—Farewell—Farewell.