Out on an ocean all bound­less we ride,
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound;
Tossed on the waves of a rough, rest­less tide,
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound;
Far from the safe, qui­et har­bor we rode,
Seeking our Fa­ther’s ce­les­ti­al abode;
Promise of which on us each He be­stowed:
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound.

Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound;
Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores:
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound;
Steady, O pi­lot! stand firm at the wheel;
Steady! we soon shall out­wea­ther the gale;
Oh, how we fly ’neath the loud creak­ing sail!
We’re home­ward bound, home­ward bound.

Into the har­bor of Heav’n now we glide;
We’re home at last, home at last;
Softly we drift on its bright sil­ver tide;
We’re home at last, home at last;
Glory to God! all our dan­gers are o’er;
We stand se­cure on the glo­ri­fied shore;
Glory to God! we will shout ev­er­more:
We’re home at last, home at last;