We are drifting towards the waters Of a calm and tranquil sea, And we soon shall anchor safely In that port where we should be. Refrain We are nearing, we are nearing, Nearing the golden strand; We are nearing, we are nearing, Nearing the soul's bright land. We are drifting from the sorrows That for us will soon be o'er; We are drifting from the trials That will vex the heart no more. Refrain We are drifting from the shadows Into pure and perfect day; 'Tis the Savior guides our vessel, And His presence cheers our way. Refrain Oh, the morning and the meeting, When our happy souls shall rest, By the fount of life eternal, With the ransomed ever blest. Refrain