We are sailing down Life's river— Sailing onward day by day, Onward, through the misty shadows That, so dark, obscure the way. Soon we shall be beckoned homeward, There to meet with those we know In that grand and glorious city Where no sorrows ever go.
We are drifting with the ripples,— As they bear our barque along We can catch in fitful accents Echoes from the angels song.— And we see the dim reflection Of that bright celestial strand; Where the bowers are ever blooming In that peaceful, happy land.
We know not how soon we'll anchor Where bright gems adorn the shore— Where the living waters murmur, And the breakers moan no more.— But well reach the pearly portal And we'll lay our armor down; Casting all our burdens from us 'Neath the shelter of a crown.
Near the Throne of Love e'er dwelling, Sheltered safe from every woe; No more sorrow, no more weeping, Naught but glory shall we know. There we shall be ever happy In the mansion of the blest; Blessed be the peace eternal— Blessed is the sweet word—Rest.
