1 We are sailing o’er life’s stormy ocean
To a better land on high;
In its smiling and sequestered harbor
We shall anchor by and by.

Refrain:
In the harbor-land,
On the golden strand,
We shall meet to part no more;
Storms forever past,
Anchored safe at last
On the golden shore.

2 Though the frowning rocks of strong temptation
May be near on every hand,
Christ, the Pilot of our ship, will guide us
Safely to the harbor-land. [Refrain]

3 There the waves of sin no more shall threaten
To engulf us in despair;
There the Bright and Morning Star is shining
In the harbor-land so fair. [Refrain]

4 Oh, the glory of that glad, sweet morning,
When our anchors we have cast!
And the golden harbor-bells are chiming
When the storms of life are past. [Refrain]