My ship is com­ing in at last,
My ship that sailed afar,
With spread­ing sail and fa­vor­ing gale
She’s sailing o’er the bar.

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She’s com­ing in, com­ing in,
Over the har­bor bar!
She’s com­ing in, she’s com­ing in,
My ship that sailed afar.

With ice bound hull and storm rent sail,
All bat­tered by the sea,
With wind­swept deck, al­most a wreck,
She’s com­ing back to me.

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And when she’s an­chored safe in port,
With all her sails un­bent,
And end­ed the long un­cer­tain­ty,
Then I shall be con­tent.

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Oh, sweet con­tent! Oh, vi­sion fair!
Rest from the life­long strife;
The peace of God, the Lord’s Well done,
The joy of end­less life.

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