The Heaven-Bound Mariner

What ves­sel are you sail­ing in?

Declare to us the same.

Our ves­sel is the Ark of God—

And Christ our cap­tain’s name.

We’ll face the storm

it can’t be long

We’ll an­chor by and by

We’ll face the storm

it can’t be long

Well an­chor by and by.

We’ll face the storm

it can’t be long

We’ll an­chor by and by

We’ll face the storm

it can’t be long

We’ll an­chor by and by.

Pray

what’s the port to which you sail?

Declare to us straight­way.

The New Je­ru­sa­lem’s our port—

The realms of end­less day.

How ma­ny souls have you on board

The roy­al ship di­vine?

Thousands one hun­dred forty-four

Shall on Mount Zi­on stand:

And on the sea of min­gled glass

A throng of ev­ery tongue

Their song of praise to God will raise—

Salvation to the Lamb.

And are you not afraid some storm

Your bark will ov­er­whelm?

We can­not fear

the Lord is near;

Our Fa­ther’s at the helm.

Our com­pass is the sac­red Word;

Our an­chor

bloom­ing hope;

The love of God our main top-sail

And faith our ca­ble rope.

We’ve looked astern

and ma­ny toils

The Lord has brought us through;

We’re look­ing now ahead

and lo!

The land ap­pears in view.

Heave out the boat

I’ll go along

If you can find me room!

We’ve room for you and all who will

Unto the Sav­ior come.

The sun is up

the clouds are gone

The heav’ns above are clear.

The city bright ap­pears in sight

We’re get­ting round the pier.

And when we all are land­ed safe

On the ce­les­ti­al plain

Our song shall be

Wor­thy’s the Lamb

For re­bel sin­ners slain!

Hoist ev­ery sail to catch the gale

Each sail­or ply his oar

The night be­gins to wear away

We soon shall reach the shore.

We soon shall reach the shore

We soon shall reach the shore

The night be­gins to wear away

We soon shall reach the shore.