First Line: Land ahead ! its fruits are waving ,

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
I am safe within the vail ! [j n g .

2 Onward, bark ! the cape I'm round-
See the blessed wave their hands ;
Hear the harps of God resounding
From the bright immortal bands.

3 There let go the anchor, riding
On this calm and silvery bay :
Seaward fast the tide is gliding,
Shores in sunlight stretch away.

4 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 !