Classic Poem

Where lies the land thy bark would reach,
Beyond the troubled sea?
Hast thou a hope to find its shores,
And such as sailed the seas before,
And watch and wait for thee?
Oh, promised rest, Oh, peaceful shore,
Oh, land divinely fair;
Tho' beats the storm and breaks the wave,
The land that shines beyond the grave,
My heaven, my home is there.
The nights are dark, the waters deep,
And blows the angry wind;
O'er sunken bar, and rugged rock,
The thunder bolt and tempest shock,
Oh, where a haven find?
It is so fair, so sure, and good,
Thou canst the danger brave
The sweeter in its calm and rest;
For peril in the darkened breast,
Of midnight and the wave.
In peace and strife, in life and death,
Faith looks across the sea;
The signal lights along the shore,
Where storms are past and tempests o'er,
Are shining now for me.
Oh, promised, promised rest,
Oh, peaceful, peaceful shore,
Oh, land divinely, divinely fair;