Oh tell them we long to share their rest,
Afar from all earthly strife;
We long to lean on our Saviour's breast,
And roam by the tree of life.
Oh tell them our fondest hopes are there,
For our earthly hopes are o'er;
And we sigh for the land all bright and fair--
We sigh for the deathless shore.
Then fly away to the better land,
Thou bird of the snowy wing!
Oh fly away to the blood-washed band,
And hear the songs they sing.
And then return with the speed of love,
When the night grows dark and chill,
And tell us, oh, tell us, thou white-winged dove!
Do they love, do they love us still?
We know there is One, in that blissful home,
Who loves and remembers us yet;
Though weary and sorrowful now we roam,
We know that he will not forget.
We'll trust him then, the great and the strong;
By his own almighty hand
He'll bring us soon with the blood-washed throng
To the bright, the better land.
OUR SHIP IS HOMEWARD BOUND.
What though the angry waves are high,
And darkness reigns around?
Let hope be bright in every eye,
Our ship is homeward bound!
What though nor moon nor stars appear
Amid the gloom profound,
Why should we yield a place to fear?
Our ship is homeward bound!
What though the lightnings glare above,
And deaf'ning thunders roar,
When with the eye of faith and love
We view the distant shore?
We know that friends are waiting there
We loved in life before;
And angel forms all bright and fair
Line the eternal shore.
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