Scripture Verse

Cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished. Isaiah 40:2


Joseph the Hymnographer

Words: John M. Neale, Hymns of the East­ern Church 1862, based on the Greek of Jo­seph the Hym­no­gra­pher.

Music: Ax­bridge Ar­thur H. D. Pren­der­gast, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

John M. Neale


Safe home, safe home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck;
But oh! the joy upon the shore
To tell our voyage—perils o’er!

The prize, the prize secure!
The athlete nearly fell;
Bare all he could endure,
And bare not always well;
But he may smile at troubles gone
Who sets the victor-garland on.

No more the foe can harm;
No more of leaguered camp,
And cry of night alarm,
And need of ready lamp;
And yet how nearly he had failed—
How nearly had that foe prevailed!

The lamb is in the fold,
In perfect safety penned;
The lion once had hold,
And thought to make an end;
But One came by with wounded side,
And for the sheep the Shepherd died.

The exile is at home!
O nights and days of tears,
O longings not to roam,
O sins and doubts and fears;
What matters now grief’s darkest day?
The King has wiped those tears away