Classic Poem

Going in the blessed haven,
Where the Lord has gone before,
And the tree of life is blooming
On the everlasting shore
Going in the blessed haven,
Ships of God from ev'ry sea;
Oh, the comrades and the meetings,
Oh, the happy days to be!
Going in the blessed haven,
Rich and poor, and young and old,
From the shores of cold and hunger,
And the land of pearls and gold.
Going in the blessed haven,
Going till the last is there,
And the ships of God are anchored
In the harbor, bright and fair.

Days of tempest, nights of darkness,
Fled away for evermore,
And the crystal sea is breaking
Gently on the shining shore.