Breezes from Land

1 When sailing o’er time’s restless sea,
Beneath a clouded sky;
How sweet the whisper comes to me,
A Saviour ever nigh.
Breezes from the heav’nly land,
They sweep across the sea;
They waft the music on the strand,
The song of hope to me.

Chorus:
O, waiting souls, rejoice,
We’re near the holy strand,
List! ‘tis the Saviour’s voice,
The welcome breeze from land.

2 Loud raves the voice of angry gales,
But while the breakers foam,
A soft wind fans the spreading sails,
The pleasant breeze from home.
Breezes from the heav’nly land,
They sweep the billows o’er,
The voices of a loving band
Are wafted from the shore. [Chorus]

3 Then let the frowning clouds grow dark,
The tempest wildly rave;
A strong hand guides the laden bark
Across the stormy wave.
Breezes from the heav’nly land,
They murmur o’er the wave,
The welcome of an outstretched hand,
A heart that bled to save. [Chorus]


Source: Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #78

• MIDI file from Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #78