The stormy winds ... are bearing me; . . .
Though fierce and wild ... the surges roar, . . .
They'll bear me all . . . the sooner o'er. . . .
Beyond the sea, the boundless sea,
My Saviour's hand is leading me ;
Whate'er of ill or pain I bear,
His tender love is with me there.
2 Above the clouds . . and storms life, . . .
Above its care, . . its toil and strife
My Saviour's cross . . I see afar
My beacon light, . my guiding Star. . . .
3 Beyond the sea, . the raging sea, . . .
There is a home . . reserved for me; . . .
The light that gems . brow . . . my Savour's brow . . .
With glory gilds . . my pathway now . . .
4 Across the sea, . the restless sea, . . .
My onward course . . . shall brighter be . . .
Though ocean waves . . . may loudly roar, . . .
They'll bear me all . . . the sooner o'er . . .