1 When our ships have crossed the ocean,
And have been all round the world,
When they safely gain the harbor,
And their sails again are furled;
We rejoice to see them enter,
And to know the anchor’s cast,
Raising joyful shouts of welcome,
For our ships are home at last.
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Oh, what singing, oh, what shouting,
When our ships come sailing home;
They have stood the mighty tempests,
They have crossed the ocean’s foam;
They have passed o’er stormy billows,
But they now have gained the shore;
The anchor’s cast, they’re home at last,
The voyage is safely o’er.
2 But if there is such rejoicing
To see vessels here get home,
When we know that in a little
While these ships again will roam;
Oh, what must it be in Heaven
When a soul comes sailing in,
To go out no more forever,
Sailing on the sea of sin? [Refrain]
3 O, methinks I hear the angels shout,
"Here comes an earthly bark;
She has found her way to Heaven,
Tho’ the way was rough and dark;
But she had a star to guide her,
Called the bright and morning star;
It has guided millions over
From that distant land afar." [Refrain]
4 So with Jesus as our captain
We expect to gain that shore;
We expect to cast our anchor there,
And stay forevermore;
And we know the angels will be there
To greet us when we come;
They will join in songs of rapture,
"Welcome home, oh, welcome home." [Refrain]