1 Christian sailors, strike the chorus,
While the rolling deep we dare;
Gales of love are breathing o'er us,
Seats of bliss are on before us;
Raise the song and banish care.

2 Lo the land we leave behind us!
Land of sin, and fear, and wo!
Error's mists shall cease to blind us,
Satan's chains no more shall bind us;
On to happier climes we go.

3 Waft, ye winds, with ceaseless motion,
Waft us to our joyous rest;
Waft us o'er the foaming ocean,
For we seek with warm devotion
The repose of spirits blest.

4 Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
Billows rise and surges foam;
Storms and clouds obey our Father,
And we choose these tempests rather,
For they bear us sooner home.

5 Home they bear us to our Saviour--
To the holy land of peace;
Home to dwell with God for ever,
Blest with all his glorious favour,
Boundless, everlasting bliss.