S.M. sung to Russian 1 THOUGH in a foreign land, We are not far from home; And nearer to our rest above, We every moment come. 2 Secure within the veil, Christ is our anchor strong; While power supreme and love divine Still guide us safe along. 3 And should the surges rise, Should sore afflictions come, Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm, That drives us nearer home. 4 God's grace will to the end Clearer and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, Can change His love divine. 5 Soon shall our pains and fears For ever pass away; For we shall soon the Saviour see In everlasting day. | Alternative tunes (S.M.) |