Fair Lights of Home

1 When we're sailing o'er the ocean,
And our vessel's nearing home,
We can see the lights that glimmer
In the city o'er the foam;
After all the doubt and darkness,
When the angry billows roar,
Oh, how sweet to see the glimmer
Of the lights upon the shore.

Chorus:
Oh, lights of home, fair lights of home;
Safe in the harbor, ne'er to roam;
The sails are furled, the anchor cast,
Praise God, we're home, safe home, at last.

2 When we're smiling o'er life's ocean
To the port of perfect peace,
E're we reach the sullen river,
Where our journeyings shall cease,
Though the clouds may hover o'er us,
And the stormy billows roll,
There's a light that's ever beaming
For the guiding of the soul. [Chorus]

3 When at last we reach the river
Where the waters ebb and flow,
And the Pilot, there, is waiting,
As our barks shall outward go;
When the mystic voyage is over,
And the walls celestial rise,
How the heav'nly lights will glisten,
Fair, to our immortal eyes. [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... #10