1 Safe Home, safe Home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered deck,
Torn sails, provisions short,
And only not a wreck:
But O the joy upon the shore
To tell our voyage perils o’er!
2 The prize, the prize secure!
The warrior nearly fell;
Bare all he could endure,
And bare not always well:
But he may smile at troubles gone
Who sets the victor-garland on!
3 No more the foe can harm
No more of leaguer’d camp,
And cry of night alarm,
And need of ready lamp:
And yet how nearly he had fail’d,—
How nearly had that foe prevail’d!
4 The lamb is in the fold
In perfect safety penn’d:
The lion once had hold,
And thought to make an end;
But One came by with wounded Side,
And for the sheep the Shepherd died.