We Are Nearing

We are drift­ing to­ward the wa­ters

Of a calm and tran­quil sea

And we soon shall an­chor safe­ly

In that port we long to see.

We are near­ing

we are near­ing

Nearing the gold­en strand;

We are near­ing

we are near­ing

Nearing the soul’s bright land.

We are drift­ing from the sor­rows

That for us will soon be o’er;

We are drift­ing from the tri­als

That will vex the heart no more.

We are drift­ing from the sha­dows

Into pure and per­fect day;

’Tis the Sav­ior guides our ves­sel

And His pre­sence cheers our way.

Oh

the morn­ing and the meet­ing

When our hap­py souls shall rest

By the fount of life eter­nal

With the ran­somed ev­er blest.