The Lights of Home

1 Steersman, steersman, the channel’s rough and dark,
The waves roll high, the winds sweep by,
Now whither speeds thy bark?
Now whither speeds thy bark?
Sailing, sailing, to reach a glorious home,
Though storms assail we dare the gale,
For Jesus bids us come.

Refrain:
Sailing o’er the restless tide,
Sailing through the gale we glide;
There beyond the billows’ foam,
We see the lights of home.

2 Steersman, steersman, the stars are wrapped in mist,
The Polar star still beams afar
On hills of amethyst,
On hills of amethyst.
Sailing, sailing, to find a better land,
No wind that blows our hope o’erthrows,
While Christ waits on the start. [Refrain]

3 Steersman, steersman, how wild the tempest raves!
The floods may swell, but all is well,
While Jesus walks the waves,
While Jesus walks the waves.
Sailing, sailing, to find a happier shore,
A pathway bright shines through the night,
Where friends have gone before. [Refrain]

Source: Jubilate : A Modern Sunday-School Hymnal #77

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