The Voice of Praise ‎#1042

1042. When for th' eternal world I steer

1 When for th' eternal world I steer,
And seas are calm and skies are clear,
And faith in lively exercise,
And distant hills of Canaan rise,
My soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm going home.

2 With cheerful heart, her eyes explore
Each land-mark on the distant shore,
The tree of life, the pastures green
The pearly gates, the crystal stream;
Again for joy she claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
I'm almost home.

3 The nearer still she draws to land,
More eager all her powers expand;
With steady helm and free, bent sail,
Her anchor drops within the vail;
With holy joy she folds her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
I'm safe at home.

4 Now, safely moored, no storm I fear,
My God, my Christ, my heaven is here;
And all the joys of paradise
In holiness and beauty rise:
'Tis now the soul, with folded wing,
Her thrilling notes of joy shall sing:
Glory to God!

Text Information

• First Line: When for th' eternal world I steer
• Author: Leavitt
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Spiritual Songs; The Lovely Sonnet

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