The Golden Shore

We are out on the ocean sailing,
Homeward bound we sweetly glide;
We are out on the ocean sailing,
To a home beyond the tide.

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;
We are out on the ocean sailing
To a home beyond the tide.

Millions now are safely landed
Over on the golden shore;
Millions more are on their journey,
Yet there's room for millions more.

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;
We are out on the ocean sailing
To a home beyond the tide.

Spread your sails while heavenly breezes
Gently waft our vessel on.
All on board are sweetly singing,
Free salvation is our song.

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;
We are out on the ocean sailing
To a home beyond the tide.

When we all are safely anchored,
We will shout, our trials o'er;
We will walk about the city
And we'll sing forevermore.

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;
We are out on the ocean sailing
To a home beyond the tide.