The Ship of Life

Verse 1:
See the ship, the tempest round her,
See the storm-king rend the sail;
Lost her helm, the barque must founder
‘Midst the mad and moaning gale.
‘Midst the mad and moaning gale, the moaning gale.

Verse 2:
We are now upon life’s ocean,
Sailing for the distant shore;
Safely may we make the haven
When the raging storm is o’er.
When the raging storm is o’er, the storm is o’er.

Verse 3:
Why should we give way to sorrow?
Soon will dawn a brighter day;
Jesus died, but on the morrow
Angels rolled the stone away.
Angels roll’d the stone away, the stone away.

Frank E. Cook, arr./J.M. North

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