Land ahead! a light is gleaming
O’er the dark and sullen waves,
While the world at large is dreaming,
Thinking not of Him who saves.
Yet amid the tempest’s roar,
Zion’s ship is nearing shore;
Cast the anchor o’er the rail,
Soon we’ll land within the veil.
Land ahead! sweet words so cheering,
To the tempest tossed and tried;
For the heavenly port we’re nearing,
Home for which we oft have sighed.
the night of weeping
Yields to dawn of endless day;
Jesus comes to wake from sleeping,
Jewels that are laid away.
Land ahead! our home of glory
Pilgrims soon its shores will throng;
Then we’ll sing
the old, old story,
And will shout redemption’s song.