" 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 !