Land Ahead ! Its Fruits Are Waving
O’er The Hills Of Fadeless Green ;
And The Living Waters Laving
Shores Where Heavenly Forms Are Seen.

Rocks And Storms I’ll Fear No More,
When On That Eternal Shore ;
Drop The Anchor ! Furl The Sail
I Am Safe Within The Vail !

Onward, Bark ! The Cape I’m Round-
See The Blessed Wave Their Hands ;
Hear The Harps Of God Resounding
From The Bright Immortal Bands.

There Let Go The Anchor, Riding
On This Calm And Silvery Bay :
Seaward Fast The Tide Is Gliding,
Shores In Sunlight Stretch Away.

When We’re Free From All Temptation,
And The Storms Of Life Are Past ;
We’ll Praise The Rock Of Our Salvation,
Who Hath Brought Us Home At Last !