1 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our rest above
We ev'ry moment come.
2 Secure within the vail,
Christ is our anchor strong;
While pow'r supreme, and love divine
Still guide us safe along.
3 And should the surges rise--
Should sore afflictions come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.
4 God's grace will to the end
Clearer and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change His love divine.
5 Soon shall our pains and fears
Forever pass away;
For we shall soon the Saviour see
In everlasting day.
Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #177