|Safe Home in Port||236|
Translated by J. M. Neale
|A. S. Sullivan|
Rent cord - age, shat tered deck,
Torn sails, pro - vis - ions short,
And on - ly not a wreck :
But, O the joy up - on the shore,
To tell our voy - age per - ils o'er,
The wrest - ler near - ly fell;
Bare all he could en - dure,
And bare not al - ways well :
But he may smile at troub - les gone
Who sets the vie - tor - gar - land on !
No more of leag uered camp,
And cry of night a - larm,
And need of read - y lamp:
And yet how near - ly had he failed
How near - ly had that foe pre-vailed !
O nights and days of tears!
O long -ings not to roam!
O sins and doubts and fears!
What mat -ters now grief 's dark-est day,
When God has wiped all tears a -way!
A - men..