Spread the sails of hope o’er the sea;
Think of all the friends that await us,
When anchor’d safely there we shall be.
Steer our bark away to the homeland,
On without a fear let us go;
When the port of peace we are nearing,
The blessed harbor lights we shall know.
Bright and fair the hills of the homeland,
Clad in all the bloom of the spring;
There to him who lov’d and redeem’d us,
Our joyful, joyful praise we will sing.
Soft the winds that blow from the homeland,
Sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;
Soon we’ll meet again our belov’d ones,
Where sorrow’s plaintive moan comes no more.
Chorus
Gathering out of tears into sunshine,
Gathering out of labor into rest;
Hear the ransom’d throng shouting forth their joy in song,
Gathering to the mansions of the blest.
Fanny J. Crosby
Two slightly different versions
There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace,
O be that refuge mine!
The least and feeblest there may bide,
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
He feeds in pastures large and fair,
Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir!
How rich a lot is thine!
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
Rev. Henry F. Lyte
There is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
O be that refuge mine!
The least and feeblest there may bide,
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
He feeds in pastures large and fair,
Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir!
How rich a lot is thine!
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
Rev. Henry F. Lyte
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