We are on the ocean sailing,

Homeward bound we sweetly glide;

We are on the ocean sailing,

To a home beyond the tide.

Chorus.—

All the storms will soon be over,

Then we’ll anchor in the harbor;

We are out on the ocean sailing

To a home beyond the tide.

2 Millions now are safely landed

Over on the golden shore;

Millions more are on their journey,

Yet there’s room for millions more;

3 Come on board, O ship for glory,

Be in haste, make up your mind,

For our vessel’s weighing anchor—

You will soon be left behind.

4 You have kindred over yonder,

On that bright and happy shore;

By and by we’ll swell the number;

When the toils of life are o’er.

5 Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes

Gently waft our vessel on;

All on board are sweetly singing;

Free salvation is the song.

6 When we all are safely landed,

Over on the shining shore,

We will walk about the city,

And we’ll sing for evermore.

All the storms of life are over,

Landed in the port of glory:

Now no more on the ocean sailing—

Safe at home beyond the tide.