1 Out upon life's restless ocean,
Far away from friends and home,
Wearied with our vain endeavors,
How we long for rest to come.

Refrain:
It is coming, coming coming,
Land of glory, bright and fair;
Yes tis coming, coming, coming,
Heav'nly breezes fill the air.

2 Naught to glad our anxious watchings,
Stormy billows, ocean's roar,
Faint of heart, almost despairing,
E'er to reach the quiet shore. [Refrain]

3 Yes, 'tis coming! faint not brother,
Do not let your faith grow dim,
Tis the Land Breeze from the gardens
Of our God, give praise to Him! [Refrain]

4 Soon we'll reach the peaceful haven,
All our weary wand'rings o'er,
Raise aloft the song of triumph!
See! the shore, the Heav'nly shore! [Refrain]