No home on earth have I,
No nation owns my soul;
My dwelling-place is the Most High,
I’m under His control.
No spot on earth I own,
No field, no house be mine;
My self, my all I still disown,
My God, let all be Thine!
Into Thy gracious hands
My life is ever placed:
To die fulfilling Thy commands
I march with bounding haste.
With Thee, my God, is home;
With Thee is endless joy;
With Thee in ceaseless rest I roam,
With Thee can death destroy?
With Thee the east, the west,
The north, the south are one;
The battle’s front I love the best,
And yet— ‘Thy will be done!’
Commissioner Railton of the Salvation Army.