Safe Home, Safe Home In Port!

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 voyageperils oer!

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 griefs darkest day? The King has wiped those tears away