1 How blessed are all the saints, our God,
who having crossed the troubled sea,
have gained the harbour of your peace
and rest in your tranquillity.

2 Watch over us who voyage still,
with risk and danger yet to face;
remember all beset by storms
and hold them in your steadfast grace.

3 Our vessel's frail, the ocean wide,
but your love steers, and we aspire
to gain the peaceful shore at last,
the haven of our heart's desire.

4 Then we shall praise you endlessly,
great God, to whom all praise is due;
as you have made us for yourself,
our hearts must find their rest in you.