When for eternal worlds we steer,

And seas are calm, and skies are clear,

And faith, in lively exercise,

Sees distant fields of Canaan rise,

The soul for joy then spreads her wings,

And loud her lovely sonnet sings,

Vain world, adieu.

2 With cheerful hope, her eyes explore

Each land-mark on the distant shore,

The trees of life, the pastures green,

The golden streets, the crystal stream;

Again for joy she spreads her wings,

And loud her lovely sonnet sings,

I’m going home.

3 The nearer still she draws to land,

More eager all her powers expand;

With steady helm, and free bent sail,

Her anchor drops within the vail;

And now for joy she folds her wings,

And her celestial sonnet sings,

I’m safe at home.