Of a calm and tranquil sea,
And we soon shall anchor safely
In that port where we should be.
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We are nearing, we are nearing,
Nearing the golden strand;
We are nearing, we are nearing,
Nearing the soul's bright land.
We are drifting from the sorrows
That for us will soon be o'er;
We are drifting from the trials
That will vex the heart no more.
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We are drifting from the shadows
Into pure and perfect day;
This the Saviour guides our vessel,
And His presence cheers our way.
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Oh, the morning and the meeting,
When our happy souls shall rest,
By the fount of life eternal,
With the ransomed ever blest.
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