Beyond a dying sun I saw a vision on the sea
Of golden sails full billowed on the wind.
And echoing above the waves a voice called after me
"God's dwelling place is with you till the end."
For God at last shall wipe away the tears from every eye.
The sting of death shall pierce the heart no more
When grieving turns to laughter all the pain from us shall fly,
And former ways lie beached upon the shore.
Though hatred wages on the wind and wars defile the land,
I see those golden sails still coming strong,
For through the eyes of faith still shines the vision of the Lamb,
And O'er a weary earth there rings this song.