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
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