Oh
how oft amid our labor
Do we think of what will be
When the boat shall drop its anchor
In the haven o’er the sea!
And our hearts
with joy expanding
From our trials look away
When we all shall meet together
At the breaking of the day!
At the breaking of the day
When we anchor on the shore
When the storms of life are o’er
When our sorrow and our sighing
Like a dream will pass away
how oft amid the conflict
And the battle raging high
With a faith as clear as noonday
We behold the victory nigh
And we know that with the righteous
We shall stand in bright array
Endless praise to our Redeemer
For His all atoning love
That prepares for us a mansion
And a crown of life above
Where our eyes shall see the beauty
Of the flow’rs that ne’er decay
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