We’ve Journeyed Many A Day

We’ve Journeyed Many A Day
Upon An Ocean Wide,
Amid The Mist And Spray
Of Many A Surging Tide;
But, Lo! The Land Is Near!
For Just Beyond The Foam
I See It Bright And Clear,
The Light Of Home, Sweet Home.

There’s A Light Upon The Shore, Brother,
It Flashes From The Strand;
The Night Is Almost Over, Brother,
The Haven’s Just At Hand.
We’ve Had Our Storms Of Doubt,
Our Rains Of Bitter Tears,
Our Fightings Fierce Without,
Within Our Anxious Fears;
But, Lo! The Storms Are Past,
They Cannot Reach Us More;
We’ve Sighted Land At Last,
The Blessed Stormless Shore.

O Land Of Calmest Rest,
Where Suns No More Go Down!
O Haven Of The Blest,
With Bliss And Glory Crowned!
No More The Storm, The Dark,
The Breakers And The Foam,
No More The Wail, For Hark!
We Hear The Songs Of Home.