1 O'er the hills the sun is setting,
And the eve is drawing on,
Slowly drops the gentle twilight,
For another day is gone;
Gone for aye its race is over,
Soon the darker shades will come,
Still 'tis sweet to know at even,
We are one day nearer home.
2 "One day nearer" sings the sailor,
As he glides the waters o'er,
While the light is softly dying,
On his distant native shore;
So the Christian on life's ocean,
As his life boat cuts the foam,
In the ev'ning cries with rapture,
"I am one day nearer home."
3 Nearer home! Yes, one day nearer
To our Father's home on high,
To the green fields and the fountains,
Of the land beyond the sky;
For the heav'n grows brighter o'er us,
And the lamps hang in the dome,
And our tents are pitched still closer,
For we're one day nearer home.