Scripture Verse

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


William Hunter (1811–1877)

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 (1816–1868)


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.