Steer our bark away to the home­land,
Spread the sails of hope o’er the sea;
Think of all the friends that await us,
When an­chored safe­ly there we shall be.

Refrain

Gathering out of tears in­to sun­shine,
Gathering out of la­bor into rest;
Hear the ran­somed throng
Shouting forth their joy in song,
Gathering to the man­sions of the blest.

Steer our bark away to the home­land,
On with­out a fear let us go;
When the port of peace we are near­ing,
The bless­èd har­bor lights we shall know.

Refrain

Bright and fair the hills of the home­land,
Clad in all the bloom of the spring;
There to Him who loved and re­deemed us,
Our joy­ful, joy­ful praise we will sing.

Refrain

Soft the winds that blow from the home­land,
Sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;
Soon we’ll meet again our be­loved ones,
Where sor­row’s plaint­ive moan comes no more.

Refrain