1 We are sailing, sweetly sailing,
On the sea of perfect rest,
And we’ll soon sing hallelujah,
In the haven of the blest.

We are sailing o’er life’s ocean,
Gliding on its silv’ry foam;
Soon we’ll reach our Father’s mansions,
Anchor at home, sweet home.

2 Sinner, you are sadly drifting
Out upon a dang’rous sea;
Fast the storms of sin and folly
Drive you tow’rd eternity.

Sinner, you are sadly drifting
Tow’rd a final, awful doom;
Every day you’re drifting, drifting
Farther from home, sweet home.

3 Though storms of life assail us,
We will anchor bye and bye;
Even now sweet strains of music
Reach us from our home on high.

We are sailing o’er life’s ocean,
Gliding on its silv’ry foam;
Soon we’ll reach our Father’s mansions,
Anchor at home, sweet home.

4 Sinner, won’t you come and join us,
Leave your sinking bark of sin?
Saints and angels bid you welcome,
Jesus waits to take you in.

Sinner, you are sadly drifting
Tow’rd a final, awful doom;
Every day you’re drifting, drifting
Farther from home, sweet home.