EN 1966 Sailing into Port
Prov.3.5
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Sailor, though the darkness gathers,
Though the cold waves surge and moan,
Trust thy bark to God’s great mercy,
Falter not; sail on, sail on.
Sailing into port, what matter,
Drooping sail or shattered mast?
Glory, glory fills the harbor,
There we’ll anchor safe at last.
2
Sailor, though with streamers flying,
Yonder proud ship mounts the foam,
And with bands of music playing,
Gains the port and welcome home.
3
Sailor, though the lightning flashes,
Though thy sails be rent and torn,
Peace shall come on Hope’s bright pinions,
And deliverance with the morn.

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