Nearing the Better Land

Careworn tra­vel­er on life’s ocean

Bound for yon­der gold­en strand

Look be­yond the waves’ com­mo­tion

Thou art near­ing that blest land.

Nearing

near­ing

near­ing

near­ing

Thou art near­ing that blest land.

Though the sky be dark and gloomy

And the wild storms loud­ly roar

Look with hope­ful heart be­yond them

Thou art near­ing yon blest shore.

Trust in God

and be not fear­ful—

He will lend a help­ing hand;

Let thy heart be light and cheer­ful

Thou art near the bet­ter land.