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Sailor, though the
darkness gathers,
Though the cold waves
surge and moan,
Trust thy bark to
God’s great mercy,
Falter not; sail on, sail on.
Sailing into port, what matter,
Drooping sail or shattered mast?
Glory, glory fills the harbor,
There we’ll anchor safe at last.
Sailor, though with
streamers flying,
Yonder proud ship mounts the foam,
And with bands of music playing,
Gains the port and welcome home.
Sailing into port, what matter,
Drooping sail or shattered mast?
Glory, glory fills the harbor,
There we’ll anchor safe at last.
Sailor, though the
lightning flashes,
Though thy sails be rent and torn,
Peace shall come
on Hope’s bright pinions,
And deliverance with the morn.
Sailing into port, what matter,
Drooping sail or shattered mast?
Glory, glory fills the harbor,
There we’ll anchor safe at last.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1871
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Bible Refs:
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Pr 3:5;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SAILING INTO PORT
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1871
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