The Little Minstrel ‎#97

97. Watkins

1 We are on the ocean sailing,
Homeward bound we sweetly glide;
We are on the ocean sailing,
To a home beyond the tide.

Chorus:
All the storms will soon be over,
Then we’ll anchor in the harbor,
We are on the ocean sailing,
To a home beyond the tide.

2 Millions now are safely landed,
Over on the golden shore;
Millions more are on their journey,
Yet there’s room for millions more.

Chorus:
Come on board, O ship for glory,
Be in haste, make up your mind,
For our vessel's weighing anchor,
You will soon be left behind.

3 You have kindred over yonder,
On that bright and happy shore;
By and by we'll swell the number,
When the toils of life are o'er.
Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes,
Gently waft our vessel on;
All on board are sweetly singing;
Free salvation is their song.

4 When we all are safely landed,
We will shout our trials o'er;
We will walk about the city,
And we'll sing forevermore.
All the storms of life are over,
Landed in the port of glory;
Now no more on the ocean sailing,
Safe at home beyond the tide.

Text Information

• First Line: We are on the ocean sailing
• Title: Watkins
• Refrain First Line: All the storms will soon be over
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867

Tune Information

• Name: WATKINS
• Composer: C. L. Fillmore
• Meter: 8s & 7s