Gathering Out of Tears

Steer our bark away to the home­land

Spread the sails of hope o’er the sea;

Think of all the friends that await us

When an­chored safe­ly there we shall be.

Gathering out of tears in­to sun­shine

Gathering out of la­bor in­to rest;

Hear the ran­somed throng

Shouting forth their joy in song

Gathering to the man­sions of the blest.

Steer our bark away to the home­land

On with­out a fear let us go;

When the port of peace we are near­ing

The bless­èd har­bor lights we shall know.

Bright and fair the hills of the home­land

Clad in all the bloom of the spring;

There to Him who loved and re­deemed us

Our joy­ful

joy­ful praise we will sing.

Soft the winds that blow from the home­land

Sweet the morn that breaks on the shore;

Soon we’ll meet again our be­loved ones

Where sor­row’s plaint­ive moan comes no more.