We Are Out On The Ocean Sailing,
Homeward Bound We Sweetly Glide ;
We Are Out On The Ocean Sailing,
To A Home Beyond The Tide.

All The Storms Will Soon Be Over,
Then We’ll Anchor In The Harbour;
We Are Out On The Ocean Sailing
To A Home Beyond The Tide.

Millions Now Are Safely Landed,
Over On The Golden Shore ;
Millions More Are On Their Journey,
Yet There’s Room For Millions More.

Spread Your Sails, While Heavenly
Gently Waft Our Vessel On ; Breezes
All On Board Are Sweetly Singing
Free Salvation Is The Song.

When We All Are Safely Anchored,
We Will Shout Our Trials O’er ;
We Will Walk About The City,
And We’ll Sing For Evermore.