With His hand on my shoulder,

   His light, shining  in my eyes,

 There is joy beyond all measure,

    and a glimpse of Paradise.

There's a horn in the distance

    sounding of't to show the way,

 To the sad, and broken hearted

    and the tempted, gone astray.

Shining dreams show forth as jewels,

    some are lost upon life's shore

 Boundless treasure waits, unfolding..

    Jesus. . . knocking at my door.

Untold blessings, gracious bounty

    miracles on every side

 For a world portrayed in shadows

    bursting forth when Jesus died.

Jesus is the mighty captain,

    and His Spirit is the wind

This earthly ship our vessel

    reaching Glory,  at the end.

My journey ever onward,

    His voice, the sweetest heard

His hand upon my shoulder

    my anchor is His Word.