We are drift­ing to­ward the wa­ters
Of a calm and tran­quil sea,
And we soon shall an­chor safe­ly
In that port we long to see.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

We are drift­ing from the sha­dows
Into pure and per­fect day;
’Tis the Sav­ior guides our ves­sel,
And His pre­sence cheers our way.

Refrain

Oh, the morn­ing and the meet­ing,
When our hap­py souls shall rest,
By the fount of life eter­nal,
With the ran­somed ev­er blest.

Refrain