1 I’m nearing home! Life’s wintry blast
Will soon be o’er, its gloom be past;
O, I shall gain the port at last:—
I’m nearing, nearing home!
Nearing home!
Nearing home!
O, I shall gain the port at last:—
I’m nearing, nearing my home!
2 Tho’ rocks and quick-sands intervene,
And raging billows roll between,
My Pilot’s skill will bring me in:—
I’m nearing, nearing home!
Nearing home!
Nearing home!
My Pilot’s skill will bring me in:—
I’m nearing, nearing my home!
3 These heavy gales do me no harm;
Terrific storms do not alarm;
My spirit rests in sweetest calm:—
I’m nearing, nearing home!
Nearing home!
Nearing home!
My spirit rests in sweetest calm:—
I’m nearing, nearing my home!
4 O home, sweet home! I’ll soon be there
The bliss of the redeemed to share;
Only a few more storms to bear:—
I’m nearing, nearing home!
Nearing home!
Nearing home!
Only a few more storms to bear:—
I’m nearing, nearing my home!
Source: Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #44