Scripture Verse

In My Father’s house are many mansions. John 14:2


William Hunter

Words: Will­iam Hunt­er (1811–1877).

Music: Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, Brad­bu­ry’s Gol­den Chain (New York and Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Iv­i­son, Phin­ney, Blake­man & Com­pa­ny and S. C. Griggs, 1861), num­ber 76 (🔊 pdf nwc) (re­peats last three lines of re­frain).

William B. Bradbury


We are joyously voyaging
Over the main,
Bound for the evergreen shore,
Whose inhabitants never
Of sickness complain,
And never see death any more.


Then let the hurricane roar,
It will the sooner be o’er;
We will weather the blast,
And will land at last,
Safe on the evergreen shore.

We have nothing to fear
From the wind and the wave,
Under our Savior’s command;
And our hearts in the midst
Of the dangers are brave;
For Jesus will bring us to land.


Both the winds and the waves
Our commander controls;
Nothing can baffle His skill;
And His voice when the thundering
Hurricane rolls,
Can make the loud tempest be still.


In the thick murky night,
When the stars and the moon
Send not a glimmering ray,
Then the light of His countenance,
Brighter than noon,
Will drive all our terror away.


Let the high heaving billow
And mountainous wave,
Fearfully overhead break;
There is One by our side
That can comfort and save;
There’s One who will never forsake.


Let the vessel be wrecked
On the rock, or the shoal,
Sink to be seen never more;
He will bear, none the less,
Every passenger soul,
Safe, safe to the evergreen shore.