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

Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,
We’re homeward bound.
Look, yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
We’re 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.

We’ll tell the world as we journey along,
We’re homeward bound.
Try to persuade them to enter the throng,
We’re homeward bound.
Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed,
Join in our number, oh come and be blest;
Journey with us to the mansions of rest,
We’re homeward bound.

Into the harbor of heav’n we now glide,
We’re homeward bound.
Softly we drift on its bright silver tide,
We’re homeward bound.
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.

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