When for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are clear, And faith in lively exercise, And distant hills of Canaan rise: The soul for joy then claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm going home, I'm going home. And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm going home. With cheerful hope, his eyes explore Each landmark on the distant shore; The trees of life – the pasture green, The crystal stream, delightful scene! Again for joy she plumes her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm almost home, I'm almost home. And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm almost home. The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her pow'rs expand; With steady helm, and free bent sail. Her anchor drops within the veil: And now for joy she folds her wings, And her celestial sonnet sings, I'm home at last, I'm home at last. And her celestial sonnet sings, I'm home at last. She meets with those who're gone before, On heaven's high and genial shore, Around the dear Redeemer's feet: With ecstasy each other greet. And loud they shout, Our God and King! And ceaseless hallelujahs sing, We're safe at last, we're safe at last. And loud her hallelujahs sing, We're safe at last.