When Our Ships Come Sailing Home

When our ships have crossed the ocean

And have been all round the world

When they safe­ly gain the har­bor

And their sails again are furled;

We re­joice to see them en­ter

And to know the an­chor’s cast

Raising joy­ful shouts of wel­come

For our ships are home at last.

Oh

what sing­ing

oh

what shout­ing

When our ships come sail­ing home;

They have stood the migh­ty tem­pests

They have crossed the ocean’s foam;

They have passed o’er stor­my bil­lows

But they now have gained the shore;

The an­chor’s cast

they’re home at last

The voy­age is safe­ly o’er.

But if there is such re­joic­ing

To see ves­sels here get home

When we know that in a lit­tle

While these ships again will roam;

Oh

what must it be in Heav­en

When a soul comes sail­ing in

To go out no more for­ev­er

Sailing on the sea of sin?

O

me­thinks I hear the an­gels shout

Here comes an earth­ly bark;

She has found her way to Heav­en

Tho’ the way was rough and dark;

But she had a star to guide her

Called the bright and morn­ing star;

It has guid­ed mill­ions ov­er

From that dist­ant land afar.

So with Je­sus as our cap­tain

We ex­pect to gain that shore;

We ex­pect to cast our an­chor there

And stay for­ev­er­more;

And we know the an­gels will be there

To greet us when we come;

They will join in songs of rap­ture

Welcome home

oh

wel­come home.