Yes, my native land, I love thee,
All thy scenes I love them well;
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?
Can I leave you, can I leave you,
Far in distant lands to dwell?
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall,
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to save.
