At The Eventide

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1 O'er the ocean's foam is a land ahead,
When the white-robed throng with their Lord abide;
For that peaceful shore all my sails are spread,
I will reach that land at the eventide.

Yes, my sails are spread for the glory land;
I shall all the storms of this life outride;
When I reach that port on the golden strand,
I will anchor there at the eventide.

2 Oft I meet with foes who would turn me back,
With the chains of sin, and the snares of pride;
They will follow me all along life's track
But I'll lose them all at the eventide. [Chorus]

3 We have toil and care all along the way,
For the waves are rough, and the ocean wide;
But our trials will cease, at the close of day,
When we find sweet rest at the eventide. [Chorus]

4 There the loved and lost of the years gone by,
Sing the new, new song by their Saviour's side;
But we'll part no more, while the ages fly,
When we gather home at the eventide. [Chorus]

Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #19

Author: Johnson Oatman

Johnson Oatman, Jr., son of Johnson and Rachel Ann Oatman, was born near Medford, N. J., April 21, 1856. His father was an excellent singer, and it always delighted the son to sit by his side and hear him sing the songs of the church. Outside of the usual time spent in the public schools, Mr. Oatman received his education at Herbert's Academy, Princetown, N. J., and the New Jersey Collegiate Institute, Bordentown, N. J. At the age of nineteen he joined the M.E. Church, and a few years later he was granted a license to preach the Gospel, and still later he was regularly ordained by Bishop Merrill. However, Mr. Oatman only serves as a local preacher. For many years he was engaged with his father in the mercantile business at Lumberton… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Over the ocean's foam is a land ahead
Title: At The Eventide
Author: Johnson Oatman
Language: English
Refrain First Line: Yes, my sails are spread for the glory land
Copyright: Public Domain



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