Our Ship is Homeward Bound.
What though the angry waves roll high,
And darkness reigns around?
Let hope be bright in every eye—
Our ship is homeward bound;
What though no morn, nor stars appear
Amid the gloom profound,
We will not yield a place to fear—
Our ship is homeward bound. What though the lightnings glare above,
And deafening thunders roar;
Yet with the eye of faith and love,
We view the distant shore:
We know that friends will meet us there,
We loved in life before;
And angel forms all bright and fair,
Line the immortal shore. W 've often longed with them to bow,
At our Redeemer's feet;
He loved us first, we love Him now,
Then let the billows beat;
And let them bear our hopes away,
Although they once were sweet;
We catch a glimpse of coming day—
Oh! let the billows beat. And let the fearful thunders roar—
And let the lightnings glare,
We're nearing the eternal shore,
And we are almost there;
Then heave, ye waves, on every side,
And onward, homeward bear
Our fragile bark, 'gainst wind and tide,
For we are almost there. The coward peers with trembling form,
Into the gloom profound:
But we can smile to view the storm,
Our ship is homeward bound;
And though for us, on time's dark wave,
No place of rest be found,
Oh! let our hearts be true and brave—
Our ship is homeward bound.