Safe Home, Safe Home in Port!

Safe home

safe home in port!

Rent cord­age

shat­tered deck

Torn sails

pro­vi­sions short

And on­ly not a wreck;

But oh! the joy up­on the shore

To tell our voy­age—per­ils o’er!

The prize

the prize se­cure!

The ath­lete near­ly fell;

Bare all he could en­dure

And bare not al­ways well;

But he may smile at trou­bles gone

Who sets the vic­tor-gar­land on.

No more the foe can harm;

No more of leag­uered camp

And cry of night al­arm

And need of rea­dy lamp;

And yet how near­ly he had failed—

How near­ly had that foe pre­vailed!

The lamb is in the fold

In per­fect saf­ety penned;

The li­on once had hold

And thought to make an end;

But One came by with wound­ed side

And for the sheep the Shep­herd died.

The ex­ile is at home!

O nights and days of tears

O long­ings not to roam

O sins and doubts and fears;

What mat­ters now grief’s dark­est day?

The King has wiped those tears away