1 A voice from the billow is calling,
A dear one is drifting away,
but her voice o'er the billow is falling,
And it sounds, mid the foam and the spray.

Chorus:
She is nearing the beautiful city,
Where never more weary she'll roam;
Still her voice from the billow is calling,
Come follow me, follow me home.

2 A light on the ocean is dying,
A star passes into the night;
But her bark, mid the tempest is flying,
Far away to the shores of delight. [Chorus]

3 A hope that was born, mid earth's sorrow,
Hath held her with hands all divine;
Thro' the pain of death's dawning tomorrow,
Still the light of eternity shines. [Chorus]

4 There the hunger, the heart-weary striving,
the deep restless longings are gone;
And the soul finds the glory of living,
In a land where the Lord is the sun. [Chorus]