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A Home everywhere.—S. Graham.
Heave, mighty ocean, heave,
And blow, thou boisterous wind;
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave
Our home and friends behind.
And blow, thou boisterous wind;
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave
Our home and friends behind.
Away, away we steer,
Upon the ocean's breast;
And dim the distant heights appear;
Like clouds along the west.
Upon the ocean's breast;
And dim the distant heights appear;
Like clouds along the west.
There is a loneliness
Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onwardly we sweep.
Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onwardly we sweep.
Our home—O, heavens—that word!
A name without a thing!
We are e'en as a lonely bird,
Whose home is on the wing.
A name without a thing!
We are e'en as a lonely bird,
Whose home is on the wing.
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My wife and little one
Are with me as I go;
And they are all, beneath the sun,
I have of weal or wo.
Are with me as I go;
And they are all, beneath the sun,
I have of weal or wo.
With them, upon the sea
Or land, where'er I roam,
My all on earth is still with me,
And I am still at home.
Or land, where'er I roam,
My all on earth is still with me,
And I am still at home.
Heave, mighty ocean, heave,
And blow, thou boisterous wind:
Where'er we go, we cannot leave
Our home and friends behind.
And blow, thou boisterous wind:
Where'er we go, we cannot leave
Our home and friends behind.
Then come, my lovely bride,
And come, my child of wo;
Since we have nought on earth beside,
What matters where we go?
And come, my child of wo;
Since we have nought on earth beside,
What matters where we go?
We heed not earthly powers,
We heed not wind nor weather;
For, come what will, this joy is ours—
We share it still together.
We heed not wind nor weather;
For, come what will, this joy is ours—
We share it still together.
And if the storms are wild,
And we perish in the sea,
We'll clasp each other and our child:
One grave shall hold the three.
And we perish in the sea,
We'll clasp each other and our child:
One grave shall hold the three.
And neither shall remain
To meet, and bear alone,
The cares, the injuries, the pain,
That we, my love, have known.
To meet, and bear alone,
The cares, the injuries, the pain,
That we, my love, have known.
And there's a sweeter joy,
Wherever we may be:
Danger nor death can e'er destroy
Our trust, O God, in thee.
Wherever we may be:
Danger nor death can e'er destroy
Our trust, O God, in thee.
Then wherefore should we grieve?
Or what have we to fear?
Though home, and friends, and life, we leave,
Our God is ever near.
Or what have we to fear?
Though home, and friends, and life, we leave,
Our God is ever near.
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If He who made all things,
And rules them, is our own,
Then every grief and trial brings
Us nearer to his throne.
And rules them, is our own,
Then every grief and trial brings
Us nearer to his throne.
Then come, my gentle bride,
And come, my child of love;
What if we've nought on earth beside?
Our portion is above.
And come, my child of love;
What if we've nought on earth beside?
Our portion is above.
Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep;
Ye winds, blow foul or fair;
Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is every where.
Ye winds, blow foul or fair;
Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is every where.
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