Christian Worship Hope.
Borne o’er the ocean’s stormy wave,
The beacon’s light appears,
When yawns the seaman’s watery grave,
And his lone bosom cheers.
Then, should the raging ocean foam,
His heart shall dauntless prove,
To reach, secure, his cherished home,
The haven of his love.
So, when the soul is wrapt in gloom,
To worldly grief a prey,
Thy beams, blest Hope, beyond the tomb,
Illume the pilgrim’s way.
They point to that serene abode
Where holy faith shall rest,
Protected by the sufferer’s God,
And be forever blest.