What ves­sel are you sail­ing in?
Declare to us the same.
Our ves­sel is the Ark of God—
And Christ our cap­tain’s name.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

How ma­ny souls have you on board
The roy­al ship di­vine?
Thousands one hun­dred forty-four
Shall on Mount Zi­on stand:

Refrain

And on the sea of min­gled glass,
A throng of ev­ery tongue,
Their song of praise to God will raise—
Salvation to the Lamb.

Refrain

And are you not afraid some storm
Your bark will ov­er­whelm?
We can­not fear, the Lord is near;
Our Fa­ther’s at the helm.

Refrain

Our com­pass is the sac­red Word;
Our an­chor, bloom­ing hope;
The love of God our main top-sail,
And faith our ca­ble rope.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.