Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We every moment come.

Secure within the veil,
Christ is our anchor strong;
While power supreme, and love divine,
Still guide us safe along.

And should the surges rise–
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

God’s grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.

Soon shall our pains and fears
For ever pass away;
For we shall soon the Savior see
In everlasting day.