1 O'er the ocean's foam is a land ahead,
When the white-robed throng with their Lord abide;
For that peaceful shore all my sails are spread,
I will reach that land at the eventide.
Chorus:
Yes, my sails are spread for the glory land;
I shall all the storms of this life outride;
When I reach that port on the golden strand,
I will anchor there at the eventide.
2 Oft I meet with foes who would turn me back,
With the chains of sin, and the snares of pride;
They will follow me all along life's track
But I'll lose them all at the eventide. [Chorus]
3 We have toil and care all along the way,
For the waves are rough, and the ocean wide;
But our trials will cease, at the close of day,
When we find sweet rest at the eventide. [Chorus]
4 There the loved and lost of the years gone by,
Sing the new, new song by their Saviour's side;
But we'll part no more, while the ages fly,
When we gather home at the eventide. [Chorus]
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #19