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What vessel are you sailing in?
Pray tell to me its name.
Our vessel is the Ark of God,
And Christ our Captain's name.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
And what's the port your sailing to?
Declare to me straight way,
The new Jerusalem's the Port,
In realms of endless day.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
Our compass is the Sacred Word,
Our anchor, blooming Hope,
The love of God the main topsail,
And faith our cable rope.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
And are you not afraid some storm
Your bark will overwhelm?
We do not fear, the Lord is here,
Our Father's at the helm.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
Heave out your boat, I too will go,
If you can find me room,
There's room for you, and all who will,
Make no delay to come.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
We've looked astern, through many a storm,
The Lord has brought us through;
We're looking now ahead, and lo!
The land appears in view.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
The sun is up, the clouds are gone,
The heavens above are clear,
A city bright appears in sight,
We soon shall round the pier.
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
And when we all are landed safe,
On that celestial plain,
Our song shall be "Worthy the Lamb
That was for sinners slain."
Then hoist your sail to catch the gale,
Each sailor ply his oar,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
We soon shall reach the shore,
The night begins to wear away,
We soon shall reach the shore.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1893 | # 218 |
MUSIC
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THE HEAVEN-BOUND MARINER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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1893
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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