1 Far, far from home, an exile on the deep,
Thou hast no chart thy vessel’s course to keep;
Dark is the path, and darker yet may be,—
Dream as thou wilt, there is no rest for thee.
No rest for thee, no rest for thee,
O wand’rer lost upon a treach’rous sea;
Away from God, where will thy anchor be?
Without his love there is no rest for thee.

2 Far, far from home, where storms relentless sweep,
Where billows roll and surges never sleep,
Tossed to and fro on danger’s reckless wave,
Oh, turn to him whose power alone can save.
No rest for thee, no rest for thee,
O wand’rer lost upon a treach’rous sea;
Away from God, where will thy anchor be?
Without his love there is no rest for thee.

3 Far, far from home, and wilder grows the night;
Thou hast refused the true and only light;
But look again where first its beams were shed,
Look and be saved ere hope’s last spark has fled.
No rest for thee, no rest for thee,
O wand’rer lost upon a treach’rous sea;
Away from God, where will thy anchor be?
Without his love there is no rest for thee.

4 O trembling heart, behold thy Saviour near,—
Thy pleading cry has reached his gracious ear;
Faith guides thee now, and o’er the ocean’s foam
Her steady ray will bring thee safely home.
Rest, rest, for thee, sweet rest for thee,
Trust now in him whose mercy makes thee free;
Bright is thy path and brighter yet will be;
O soul redeemed, there is a rest for thee.