A homeless Stranger among us came
To this land of death and mourning;
He walked in a path of sorrow and shame -
Through insult and hate and scorning.
The Man of Sorrows, Jesus Christ,
An outcast Man, and lonely,
But He looked on me, and through endless years
Him must I love - Him only.
And I clung to Him as He turned His face
From the land that was mine no longer -
The land I had loved in the ancient days
Ere I knew the love that was stronger.
And I would abide where He abode,
And follow His steps forever;
His people, my people; His God, my God,
In the land beyond the river.