Heaven’s Harbor

In youth’s glad hour

when all is light

There seems no cloud

there seems no night;

Our bark of life doth smooth­ly glide

So soft­ly flows the peace­ful tide.

Hark

hark

a voice comes o’er the sea

In lov­ing tones it speaks to thee;

It tells of rocks and dan­ger­ous shoals

And speaks of wrecked and ru­ined souls.

Cast an­chor ere it be too late;

The ec­ho comes from Heav­en’s gate

O soul

de­lay not

heed the call

Christ is the har­bor safe for all

Yes

safe for all.

In man­hood’s prime when cares of life

Bear on our bark with cease­less strife

Tossed to and fro

no star to guide

Our bark is drift­ing with the tide.

Hark

hark

that voice again I hear

Above the storm rings sweet and clear

O soul

fear not

I hear it say;

Trust thou in Me

I am the Way.

The years speed on

our bark grows old

The bil­lows would its form en­fold;

’Neath load of sin ’tis sink­ing fast

A wreck up­on the shore be cast.

Hark

hark

that voice once more I hear

O come to Me

you need not fear;

Trust not to self

leave all to Me

I’ll guide thy bark thro’ life’s rough sea.