I Have No Home, Where Shall I Go?
Author: Lucy Mack Smith
Composer: George Careless
Languages (2)
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- Danish: Jeg har ej Fred, hvor skal jeg bo
- English: I Have No Home, Where Shall I Go?
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Copyright status of original text
This text was first published in English, in 1834 or earlier.
Public domain
Earliest source indexed at SingPraises.net: The Evening and the Morning Star (1832–1834), Jan 1834.
Representative lyrics
English (Original Language)
1. I have no home, where shall I go? While I am left to weep below, My heart is pain’d, my friends are gone, And here I’m left on earth to mourn.
2. I see my people lying round, All lifeless here upon the ground; Young men and maidens in their gore, Which does increase my sorrows more.
3. My father look’d upon this scene, And in his writings has made plain How every Nephite’s heart did fear, When he beheld his foe draw near.
4. With ax and bow they fell upon Our men and women, sparing none, And left them prostrate on the ground; Lo! here they now are bleeding round.
5. Ten thousand that were led by me, Lie round this hill called Cumorah; Their spirits from their bodies fled, And they are number’d with the dead.
6. Well might my father, in despair, Cry, all ye fair ones, once how fair, How is it that you’ve fallen? O! My soul is fill’d with pain for you.
7. My life is sought, where shall I flee? Lord, take me home to dwell with thee. Where all my sorrow will be o’er, And I shall sigh and weep no more.
8. Thus sang the son of Mormon, when He gazed upon his Nephite men, And women, too, which had been slain, And left to molder on the plain!
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